The Nightmare
The girl tosses and turns in bed, struggling to get away from the nightmare in her head. She is running down the hall of the dark, ugly house. The bloodcurdling screams of children echo from every wall, floor, ceiling, and corner, seeming to get louder and louder. She comes to a set of narrow stairs that lead down into the pitch black darkness. She hesitates for a moment. Another child cries out for help. The girl plunges down the stairs.
The farther down the steps she goes, the more her eyes adjust to the darkness. She sees at door at the bottom of the stairs. She places her hand upon the knob, and the door silently swings open. The girl steps through the doorway. The walls of the room beyond are stained pink with old, dried blood. The door slams shut behind her. She spins around and grabs the doorknob with her right hand, but the door will not budge. It is locked.
Footsteps sound outside. They seem to be coming from every direction. The girl then realizes that not all the blood on the walls is old. Was she the next to be murdered, the next to die? The knob starts to turn. She lets out a long pent up howl of terror... and sits up in bed. Her body is slick with sweat and her long hair is tangled and stuck to her face in wet clumps. The black satin sheets of the bed are wrapped around her legs.
"It was just a bad dream." The words seemed to echo in the large, empty room. "A horrible nightmare." She lies back down and goes to sleep. The peacefully sleeping girl failed to see the wet, dark red blood trickling down from the ceiling and seeping into the walls.
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