Nightmare

A Chapter by Nick

Faint screams break the silence of the windy November night. You open the door and walk into a room with a hard wood floor. High pitched screams distract you from the sounds of the walls resting. A panicked brother shuffles hastely toward the noise.

"Gracey?!"

The boy strained his eyes trying to look past the dark and stuffed animals. Thinking that he might of miss heard where the noise was coming from he turned to keep looking, but before he could reach the hall to continue his search, the door had slammed shut. Cautiously he stepped backwards until he fell on top of the bed. Only the dim light of the nightlight could be seen.

"Who's there?"

Those where the only words that the boy could muster through his fear. However there was no responce, only a feeling of dread. He didn't know what death felt like, but if he had to guess this feeling would be it.