A young boy sat in his crib with the look of both sorrow and anger
plastered on his face. The woman, standing between the crib and a haunted
looking dark figure advancing on the two innocent victims, yelling at the
dark cloaked figure to leave her baby alone. "NOT HARRY NOT HIM PLEASE OH
NO NOT HARRY!" The cloaked man laughed and growled "Stand aside silly girl,
stand aside NOW!" The man muttered something as he pulled a long wooden
wand out of his cloak, the woman fell down after an ear splitting scream.
The dark evil figure turned and his eyes fell upon the young boy not older
than a year. The murderer yelled something in a strange language, happiness
showed through his evil scary voice. A flash of acid green light.
Saria woke up startled by the most awful dream she had just had. Her head
screaming, on fire, not used to pain she yelled so loud the Yudder's down
the street could have heard her.
"Darling?" her mother's, Bethany, calm, quelling voice cooed, "What ever might the matter be? Not another bad dream I hope" She added at the petrified face of her sweet and only daughter. Saria nodded slowly still being bothered of the pain that had just before pierced her soft delicate forehead, like a hotwire being placed against it. "Well then you can't hide from your bad dream and I have always heard that talking about it helps the most!" Bethany pulling Saria close to her and rocking her softly listening intensely to the fascinating yet horrible dream.
"Oh my goodness!" Bethany said after her now trembling daughter finished her dream. "Maybe that wasn't such a good idea honey." Bethany looked at her frightened 10-year-old daughter who was struggling to not burst into tears again. "It was so real mum I, I felt him in the room piercing a part of me. Who was it mum I don't know either of them. "Saria looked into her mothers deep, concerned, and beautiful brown eyes. "Common Saria you can come sleep on the couch and watch television until you are able to go to sleep." Beth picked up her daughter and carried her down the hall and into the living room. "Hold on one moment while mummy pulls out the couch." Beth said as she placed Saria on the recliner gingerly, before heading toward s the fold out couch and making it for Saria. "There you are, sweetie." Beth turned to leave after tucking in and giving Saria and kiss on the cheek. "MUM!" Saria screamed standing up on the once clam bed. Beth jumped and turned around, eyes searching the room for the dark cloaked man in Saria's dream. "Stay with me." "Of coarse but let me go get a hot wet towel first." Beth turned and headed for the kitchen down the hall. The hot water soaked through the blue spotted rag as Beth tried to hurry anxious to get back to Saria. As she headed down the hall she heard a faint "POP" come from the living room. She quickened her pace, she was walking slow enough to keep the hot water from spilling from the bowl, as she heard ruffling of sheets and a faint murmuring of words before another "POP" followed by silence dead silence. "SARIA!" Beth yelled anxiety growing like a weed in the pit of her stomach, as she ran into the room dropping the bowl of water on the hard wood floor when she saw that the bed was empty.
"Darling?" her mother's, Bethany, calm, quelling voice cooed, "What ever might the matter be? Not another bad dream I hope" She added at the petrified face of her sweet and only daughter. Saria nodded slowly still being bothered of the pain that had just before pierced her soft delicate forehead, like a hotwire being placed against it. "Well then you can't hide from your bad dream and I have always heard that talking about it helps the most!" Bethany pulling Saria close to her and rocking her softly listening intensely to the fascinating yet horrible dream.
"Oh my goodness!" Bethany said after her now trembling daughter finished her dream. "Maybe that wasn't such a good idea honey." Bethany looked at her frightened 10-year-old daughter who was struggling to not burst into tears again. "It was so real mum I, I felt him in the room piercing a part of me. Who was it mum I don't know either of them. "Saria looked into her mothers deep, concerned, and beautiful brown eyes. "Common Saria you can come sleep on the couch and watch television until you are able to go to sleep." Beth picked up her daughter and carried her down the hall and into the living room. "Hold on one moment while mummy pulls out the couch." Beth said as she placed Saria on the recliner gingerly, before heading toward s the fold out couch and making it for Saria. "There you are, sweetie." Beth turned to leave after tucking in and giving Saria and kiss on the cheek. "MUM!" Saria screamed standing up on the once clam bed. Beth jumped and turned around, eyes searching the room for the dark cloaked man in Saria's dream. "Stay with me." "Of coarse but let me go get a hot wet towel first." Beth turned and headed for the kitchen down the hall. The hot water soaked through the blue spotted rag as Beth tried to hurry anxious to get back to Saria. As she headed down the hall she heard a faint "POP" come from the living room. She quickened her pace, she was walking slow enough to keep the hot water from spilling from the bowl, as she heard ruffling of sheets and a faint murmuring of words before another "POP" followed by silence dead silence. "SARIA!" Beth yelled anxiety growing like a weed in the pit of her stomach, as she ran into the room dropping the bowl of water on the hard wood floor when she saw that the bed was empty.