Tossing and turning. Breathing heavily. Screams.
Rolling. Sweating. Terror. Gasps.
She was running from everything. She was being chased by everything. It was relentless. Anything she thought of became real in a new and twisted way, poised to attack. She ran and ran, but never got anywhere.
Stahlchildren and Stahlhounds dug themselves up from the ground. ReDeads screeched. Poes disappeared, swinging their lanterns and cackling. Wizzrobes muttered spells and summoned beasts. Keese of all kinds flew erratically in the air.
It was a nightmare, a terror. It was never ending. People burned beside her. Houses fell to pieces. Skulltullas haunted her. Poison Walltullas shot her with their venom. Her dreams brought death to those around her.
She gasped for air, shooting out of her bed. The shadows around her danced, scaring her even more. Finally she came to her senses, seeing that it was only a nightmare. That all came crashing down when she saw the Gibdo outside her bedroom window.
This girl was living in an everlasting night terror.
