(9)-Night Terrors.

Later that night, Tommy was sound asleep in his bed, with his lamp off. After doing his homework, he took a bath, changed into his PJs, stayed up until 10:00 like all school nights, then turned in for the night. He wore a pale green sleeveless shirt with straps that had green trims around them, yellow pajama pants, and he was barefoot.

Unlike all the other nights, he was able to sleep peacefully without thinking about the Boogyman coming for him. He guessed his Dad taking him down into the basement after dinner, having that talk with him, and staying down there for ten seconds, counting to ten, really helped him get over his fear.

But that feeling changed when he heard something fall, making his blue eyes shoot open. Tommy then heard his bedroom door open.

The 8-year old closed his eyes tight. "My light is strong. My light is strong. My light is strong. My light is strong. My light is strong. My light is strong." He said over and over again.

Tommy then reached underneath the covers, got out his flashlight, turned it on, and shined it on his now open bedroom door to see if there was anyone...or anything...outside his room. But there wasn't.

The boy then shined his flashlight onto his open closet. There was nothing in it either.

Tommy shined his flashlight on other parts of his room to make sure nothing was lurking in the darkness. Sure enough, there was nothing there. No Boogyman...no monsters of any kind...nothing out of the ordinary. He did, however, locate the source of the noise. Turned out his baseball-bat had fallen to the floor.

The kid then shined his flashlight back on his open bedroom door, doing a double check to make sure nothing was lurking outside his room. Like before, there was nothing there, much to his relief.

He heard rustling on the right side of his room and he shined his flashlight on it, revealing nothing to be there.

Tommy then shined his flashlight back on his open closet, revealing also nothing in it like before. However, when he moved the light of his flashlight away from the closet, he saw his clothes inside move a little bit and shined the light back on the open closet and kept it there.

Then, a minute later, a human-shaped figure rushed out of the closet over to Tommy's bed, placed it's hands around his neck, and started strangling him.

"HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP ME, DAD!" Tommy screamed.

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A sweaty Tommy's blue eyes shot open. "AAHH!" He screamed as he sat up in his bed in his dark room.

Ronnie opened the door, turned the lights on, and he and Stephanie rushed into the room.

"Tommy? Are you alright?" Stephanie asked.

Tommy quickly got out of bed, ran over to Ronnie, and embraced him with a hug, who, in turn, embraced him back and picked him up. "I had a nightmare...'bout the Boogyman."

"It's okay, Tommy. It's okay. You're okay." Ronnie assured. He then carried Tommy out of his room, with Stephanie following, who turned off the bedroom lights on her way out. Tommy would be sleeping with them tonight...again.
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