The Night - Original Writing

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,

Asami groaned in the darkness, the grogginess of her nap hanging over her like a storm-cloud. She stretched, splaying out across her bed, not quite sure which way the bedhead was facing, or whether or not she was still on her bed or simply curled up in her sheets lying on the floor. The alarm on her phone screamed through the room.

Getting ready for bed was the second most dreading expertise of the night.There has been no sleep just silence. Every once in awhile the branches outside her window would knock the glass caused by the empty winds. This would only add onto the silence. Her sorrow's eye would just stare into nothing trying to find something, anything really. All was lost for now at least.

Rae could sense something was off. Rae opened one eye and grumbled. “Don’t you ever sleep?” His reply was soft, gentle, and simple yet she could hear the worry in his voice “No, never.” Then she remembered hearing that the Servant never sleeps. Rae sat up rubbing her eyes then patted the bed next to her. “Come here and sit. Tell me what’s wrong? I can feel an unease coming from you.”

It was past noon when my rest was interrupted by the harsh bright light from the large window across the bed. I looked over to see that it was my wife standing beside the window, holding the heavy fabric curtains to the side and allowing the intense daylight to flood into the small bedroom. She had a look of disapproval atop her face as she scoffed and walked away towards the kitchen. I got up quickly after, knowing that her attitude would only worsen the longer I stayed in bed.

His off paced steps could be heard against the tile, heavy footing leading to his bedroom. The door opened to an all too familiar fear, engulfing him to the point of mental claustrophobia. The door closed confiding him to the clutches of fear, and in a desperate attempt to save any remaining sanity he fell into a superficial sleep. Within hours he was wide awake and sitting upright; eyes adjusting

The girl decided to clean up the mess tomorrow morning when Grandma would wake her up. There wasn't much energy left in her system and the couch was too comfortable to leave. Her best bet was to get some sleep so mother didn't find out she stayed up too late doing nonsense. Curling up into a ball alongside Dorris, her eyes immediately closed up and she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Shrill, insistent beeping shattered the comfortable silence that had settled over his newfound dwelling and drew an irritable groan out of the cocooned mass of blankets centered upon the bed. The prone form shifted from its curled position to one that allowed taut muscles the ability to stretch uninhibited as tired fingers clasped the fluffed feather filled pillow tightly over sensitive ears. Azure eyes peeked open slightly as the tendrils of sleep slowly began to lose their hold and when reality finally fully dawned upon him any lingering laziness vanished as once calm eyes widened in panic. An attempt was made to disentangle himself from the sheets that had previously brought Emory an immense amount of comfort, however, in his sleep laced

Having fallen asleep in the tub of water- Allie woke with the worst headache she had ever had; her body was withered, her fingers wrinkled like the skin of a prune. Hastily, Allie got out of the tub of cold water and dried her body and then slipped into a nightgown and got into bed; she figured it was nearly daybreak because she heard a rooster crowing somewhere in the distance. Closing her eyes to the dull throbbing in her head, she fell asleep quickly.

A FRANTIC banging awoke the mare from her peaceful slumber, eliciting a great yawn as she raised her muzzle slowly up into the air, stretching out her wings and wincing until she heard them click, relief spreading through her body. Then looking up to the window of her own little bedroom—which was made even smaller by the clutter around the unpainted cobble walls—she groaned as she saw the betraying blackness of the night and rolled back over, murmuring, "Wha 's 'matter?"

“What now? Elena better not have called with her stupid pranks again.” She grumbled, throwing her hair from her face, shoving her face into her soft pillow. A smooth, silvery monotonous voice emanated from her nightstand, piercing her cloudy grasp on her dreams.

Mae awoke with a start. Shivering, she cringed when her feet touched the floor. Why is it so damn cold in here? She flipped the light switch. Are you fucking kidding me? Again! Mae fumbled in the dark and just as she slipped a shirt over her head the lights began to flicker. For a moment she was taken aback by the brilliance of the stars outside her window. No regrets. Suddenly, a foreboding shadow was cast upon her thoughts as she remembered her grandmother’s last words, “Don’t go, Mae. You’ll never come home; they never do.” Mae didn't ask who they were; Mimi had been talking nonsense. She shook her head and dismissed the thought with the same veracity she had dismissed her grandmother that day.

Katy rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his socks, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

He awoke with a gasp. Heart pounding in his ears, his eyes darted around the dark room. His breath came in short, rapid pants, his thoughts were fuzzy. Cold sweat beaded on his skin and soaked his tawny hair, making it stick to his forehead. The damp sheets twisted around his legs. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. There was his desk with a small, messy mountain of homework that need to be finished, his closet, and the familiar bare walls. A little light trickled in through gaps of the blackout curtains. With a groan, Leon untangled himself from the sheets and  dropped his head back onto his pillow. He twisted his neck to face the digital clock on the nightstand.