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One Night Sleepover

ONE NIGHT SLEEPOVER The embers of the fireplace glowed, We were all alone in the forest spending a family vacation surrounded by big, shadowy trees and a river that never flowed. At first, I acted as though I wasn’t scared at all, For I know my parents will drive back after all. We sat and played board game in front of the fireplace, Which for days I’ve never touched nor carry, rather than to think of raise. The wind outside had grown stronger and was whistling around the house, Blowing through the little cracks in the walls of our tent and climbing us to the bone. I started to shiver, although I don’t think it was from the cold alone. Suddenly, the idea of where we were , just all alone, started to prey on my mind, causing fear. I looked out of the window, now, I could see the limbs of trees flapping in the wind like ghostly arms. I remembered how far down the road into the forest was, We had traveled without even seeing another house. ‘I think am scared,’ I told myself, Curiosity and fear started churning my imagination into terrible thoughts. I remembered when I was younger, I used to be really afraid, Especially after kids from school told me scary stories about what lurks out in the forest in the dark. ‘Let’s go to sleep,’ I told my little sister with a shaking voice. I turned off the lights, and settled into the thick goose-down comforters of the loft floor. Looking through the small window beside us, I could see the tall trees of the forest, The full moon hanged in the sky like a silvery disk. I slept in silence for a while, When suddenly, I heard something that made me rise my head with wide open eyes. It was the sound of footsteps, a heavy footstep outside the timbers of our tent. Panic clogged my mind, I was too scared to say something. I sat and waited for the sound to come again, But I heard nothing, Nothing but the moaning of the wind through the trees. The sound of the footsteps came again, But this time it was another side of the house. I started to feel even sicker, Every muscle in my body jumped when I heard the front door opened. My blood ran cold, and I was suddenly afraid to move. The footsteps were moving across the passage toward were my little sister and I were lying. The room was filled with horrible silence, Just the sound of the footsteps getting closer and closer, I couldn’t say a word, neither my little sister, I just scrunched down further under the comforter. In my mind, I saw the scary man of an extraordinary size, coming toward us through the dark. I began to shake so hard, when I heard the footsteps on the floor entering the room where we were. I huddled my sister and I against the wall, And I could hear the breathing of the beast, coming closer and closer to my skin, I could feel its nearness. The heat from his nostril made my skin feel feverish. But suddenly, there was a light through the window of our tent, It shone like a spot light, And I could feel the heavy breathing quickly reversing. The lights were from my father’s bus, He had just saved us just in time. I’m almost back to normal, No more of the taunting of an animal. Except at night, During the full moon, When I hear the sounds in the house, I tried not to think about of what it would do when it caught me. Then finally I found out when I woke up, It was just a dream…

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Date: 4/14/2016 1:09:00 PM
My thanks in a pile of comfort to you #Silent One. Thanks in a million way.
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