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    I was dreaming. I was on a boat in the middle of the ocean. But then something 

happened. I saw something flash across my eyes. It was almost blinding. It was like a higher 

being had descended to my ranks. I grabbed my flashlight to see if anything was floating, 

because it was hard to see in the dark night. I faintly saw a figure. It was about as tall as the 

average woman. It was almost like it was a living thing. I wondered if this had to do with 

something. I was aware of the fact that I was dreaming because I was in the lucid stage of 

dreaming. “This couldn’t have to do with anything.”, I murmured to myself.     

There was a storm over my home town. It brought a weak, but very long-lasting drizzle. A thick 

fog formed over my town and fell onto it like a blanket. It was like my entire town was being 

surrounded by something. It felt very ominous. I was sleeping in my newly-painted room. I was 

so happy when my parents finally let me have my own room. I was getting tired of having to 

sleep in my brother’s room. He was such a slob. I didn’t suspect a thing. I heard a loud crashing 

sound. It sounded like an airplane crash, but… softer. Almost like it was somewhat cushioned. 

    I awoke, glassy eyed and still tired. I was wandering around my room, I couldn’t 

see a thing. I rubbed my eyes, trying to keep myself awake. It didn’t work very well. I pulled the 

curtains away from the window in my room and CRASH. I saw lighting. The thunder was loud. It 

was loud enough to catch my attention individually. It made me not feel so tired any more. 

There was another light. This time it wasn’t lightning. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it 

was real.

       Water streamed down my window pane now, on the outside. All I could see now was a blurry 

and distorted view of my above-ground pool. I knew something must of been wrong. I just 

sensed it, like it was a feeling. I was scared, very scared. I shivered not only because it was cold , 

but because the fear crawled under my spine like it was something materialistic. I put on my 

slippers, but my toes were not warming up. I already had my pajamas on, because I knew it 

would be a cold night. I grabbed my favorite bat. I had bought it the year before. I was at a 

baseball game, and I saw it. I don’t know why, but I just felt that I needed it. It was almost like I 

knew I would need it.

    I opened the door hoping that nothing would be on the other side. Before I did, I 

counted to ten. My dad told me that if I were ever scared, I should just count to ten. The door 

creaked open as slow as a snail. Once the door was finally opened enough so that I could squeeze 

through the crack, I carefully walked down the hall, thinking that at any moment, something or 

someone could jump out of a doorway and pounce at me at any second. I typically got scared in 

these situations, even though they were always false alarms. I wasn’t sure if my imagination was 

just going crazy or if this was real. I wondered if I was the monster in this story. I wondered if I 

was even sane.

    The wood in my hall suddenly felt less reliable. It was always squeaking. The light 

bulb flickered on and off and on again, just like my sense of sanity. I walked down my stairs, 

wondering if I would fall through. It was like the screws attaching the stairs to the wall were 

loosened. I started thinking of my parents to be less worried. I knew they were home, and I was 

just imagining, or was I?

         I worried if I was alone or not, frantically asking my question and thinking I knew the answer, but every answer was controversial 

to me. I thought that going to my parents’ room would answer my problem, whether or not they were home. There was no one in their 

rooms. I thought that they must be somewhere around the house. I called out to them. I screamed and shouted as if I were running 

from something. But I was running from something… fear. I kept yelling and shouting, hoping they would answer. I heard nothing. I 

decided to double-check their room to see if they were there. I ran to their room. I peeked into their room. I could see nothing in the 

open. I lifted open their bed sheets. There was no one there. I panicked. They couldn’t possibly be somewhere else. They never got up 

to use the restroom in the middle of the night. They never got midnight snacks. “What do I do?!”, I shouted. I knew no one would 

answer. I ran to the bathroom. I was sweating and trembling as I ran. I went to check the kitchen. Silent drips of water dripped off of 

the nozzle of the sink. I checked my basement. It was an unusually dark black. Though it was as black as night, I could still see 

shadows. Luckily, the shadows didn’t belong to any living things. I thought of the endless chain of possibilities. Were my parents 

abducted? Kidnapped? Sleepwalking? Or even worse… dead? I tried to call 911 but all I could hear was “The number you are trying to 

call has been disconnected.” How could the police’s phone be disconnected? Or was it mine? Had someone or something plotting this 

all out from the beginning? Had this all been planned? Or had I just caught myself in a spiderweb of darkness, death, and misery?

       I decided to finally go outside. I didn’t know if the figure was still there or not. I already had a million things on my mind and most 

of which are from tonight, and another thing to worry about was not exactly welcomed in the realm of my mind. I couldn’t handle it. I 

broke down in my doorway. I shook and shivered. I was squatting, crying but you couldn’t tell because of the rain which so secretly 

made my emotions invisible almost as if it were my parents trying to make me feel better. I remembered my parents. I had to go 

outside. I stood in the doorway, my hands trembling as if I had killed a man. I readied my bat. I took a few slow breaths. I could see 

the puffs of white in the cold air. They were like pillows of snow. I walked slowly out of the doorway, no longer in the almost 

comforting safety of my home. I looked around. I could see nothing. The rain was like a shield from the outside world. It was blocking 

me from what was probably only a few feet away. I wiped the tears away from my eyes, trying to hide my emotions once again. 

Although there was probably no one here, I still locked my emotions in a safe only I knew the code to. I began to sweat, but it was 

washed away by the rain. My heart started beating faster and faster. It was like a car engine, just constantly pounding and pounding 

until I took another step. But whenever I did, it would only get faster. I started to shake again. I was scared although there was most 

likely nothing in my backyard but me. I wished my parents were here. I remembered just yesterday, when it was my birthday. 

Everyone was so happy and full of joy. I had asked for a new dog, but my parents said we were on a tight budget this month.

I saw another light coming from my garage. It was like my dream again. I wondered if I was still sane, or if I ever had been. 

I was still scared, that was the only thing I knew I was. I wasn’t sure of anything else. I thought something might jump 

out at me yet again. I almost forgot about my parents because of my fear.

I decided to finally go outside. I didn’t know if the figure was still there or not. I already had a million things on my mind and 

most of which are from tonight, and another thing to worry about was not exactly welcomed in the realm of my mind. I 

couldn’t handle it. I broke down in my doorway. I shook and shivered. I was squatting, crying but you couldn’t tell 

because of the rain which so secretly made my emotions invisible almost as if it were my parents trying to make me 

feel better. I remembered my parents. I had to go outside. I stood in the doorway, my hands trembling as if I had 

killed a man. I readied my bat. I took a few slow breaths. I could see the puffs of white in the cold air. They were like 

pillows of snow. I walked slowly out of the doorway, no longer in the almost comforting safety of my home. I 

looked around. I could see nothing. The rain was like a shield from the outside world. It was blocking me from what was 

probably only a few feet away. I wiped the tears away from my eyes, trying to hide my emotions once again. 

Although there was probably no one here, I still locked my emotions in a safe only I knew the code to. I began to 

sweat, but it was washed away by the rain. My heart started beating faster and faster. It was like a car engine, just 

constantly pounding and pounding until I took another step. But whenever I did, it would only get faster. I started to 

shake again. I was scared although there was most likely nothing in my backyard but me. I wished my parents were 

here. I remembered just yesterday, when it was my birthday. Everyone was so happy and full of joy. I had asked for a new 

dog, but my parents said we were on a tight budget this month.

I saw another light coming from my garage. It was like my dream again. I wondered if I was still sane, or if I ever had been. 

I was still scared, that was the only thing I knew I was. I wasn’t sure of anything else. I thought something might jump 

out at me yet again. I almost forgot about my parents because of my fear.

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