It was a bit of an off time for me. I have a lot of stuffed animals, around 30. Apparently, they had lice or spiders or whatever. I was getting bites all over me.
Mom said in order to kill them; we had to put my animals outside. I would of questioned why not the garage, but why bother. We decided to put about 3 out a night, so I would still have some to sleep with, that I was okay with.
Every night, my stuffies would fall off the porch where we left them, and someone would put them back on the porch. I was grateful to this person, who made sure my stuffies were okay.
One night, I had to leave out my lioness, my snowman, and my most prized possession, the teddy bear I had since I was a baby. I really didn't want to part with him, but I knew he would be okay; my person would take care of him. That night I slept stuffieless.
The next mourning, I rushed outside to go get them, but they weren't there. My sister, Jill, and mother were also there, next to the gutter outside the basement window. They were talking about something I didn't understand.
"This is terrible." "What are we going to tell her?" I waited a little, to see if they would notice me, or if my stuffies would show up. It was then I noticed something in the planter.
I looked inside and wasn't sure what I saw at first, and then it hit me. My stuffies all mutilated. Some of their limbs were hanging by threads, one eye from each of them was missing and some patches of their fur were missing.
My teddy, he had slits all over his body. I screamed. That's when they noticed me.
Jill tried to calm me down. "Oh, Emma, we were hoping you wouldn't find out. Look, mom is trying her best to fix them." "It's okay," I replied. "At least it could have been worse." "You don't understand, lindy's (my lioness) head was chopped off"
I did a little gasp. I noticed lindy's hang-by-a-thread head; they must have taken care of that first. I was scared now.
I asked her, "Where did you find them?" "In the gutter." she replied. It was obvious, it was one who kept putting them back on the porch, they did this.
I didn't know why he started to do it now, but we agreed not to put any more animals on the porch. It made me go into shock, depression, whatever you wanted to call it. Knowing I would never be able cuddle them, hug them, play with them the same way again.
I knew that someone was after me with a knife, but they couldn't get to me, so they took it out on my stuffies instead. I didn't know what to do, run, hide, lock all the windows and doors. I kept seeing images of my mutilated stuffies in my head.
That's when I saw it, seeping from behind one of the images of mutilated lindy. Black sand, I knew it then. This wasn't at all real, it was a nightmare.
You think I would've changed the dream to something happier, no. I was too scared, too in shock to do anything. I kept seeing images of mutilated stuffies.