Night Terrors

Every night, my mother used to tuck me in to go to sleep. She knew I was afraid of the dark. 
She told me there was nothing to be afraid of, and that if I go to sleep, a magical fairy 
would wake me up and take me to a magical land. So I took her word and fell asleep. 
Around two o'clock in the morning, the sound of thunder and lightning woke me up from a 
sound sleep. I looked around the room, and I did not see a magical fairy or land. Instead, I 
heard something coming from the foot of my bed. I could not see a thing, because my room 
was pitch black. It sounded like a dresser being carried across the floor. I reached over and 
grabbed a flashlight from my bedstand, and when I flicked the light on, there was absolutely 
nothing there. So, again, I attempted to go back to sleep. Again, I heard the sound at the 
foot of my bed. Once again, I reached over to my bedstand, but my hand knocked the 
flashlight off of the dresser, and killed the flashlight. I heard the noise getting louder and 
louder. Suddenly, there was a cold figure standing right next to me. In one strand of 
lightning, I could vividly see the figure. It was the old onwer of the house. He was murdered 
about thirty years ago because he was a child murderer. I screamed at the top of my lungs 
but no one could hear me. He grabbed me by the wrists and said, "Ready to go to a magical 
land?".

Copyright © Daniel Mcgraw | Year Posted 2010

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