I'm Nighttime. Her nightmare's time to come alive. Her red sheets covered her shaking body. It was summer time, and she was always hiding under the covers. She was freezing, because the air always chilled before they came. Her mother often asked her if she should take the blankets off, but she always made sure that the blankets stayed on the bed.
12:58. She had two minutes until hell was unleashed into her own bedroom. She wondered which one would come tonight. She wondered if it would be someone she had seen before, or a new one tonight. But what if they came in groups again? Like that morning? She panicked.
12:59. One more minute. She grabbed a flashlight from her side table, and brought it under her covers. The light would always keep them away from her.
1:00. The air chilled even more, causing goosebumps to appear on her scratched skin. Her breath appeared in front of her, and shivers ran down her back. She could feel the first one coming. It didn't take much—she could sense their presence. Feeling them was like having a thousand knives stabbed into your body, all at the same time. The pain she felt inside as unbearable.
1:01. The first one came. She didn't recognize this one…it was smaller, as if it was young. Her stomach ached for this one…it was so tiny. Only a child. What was this child doing, visiting her? She couldn't help but feel horrible. None the less, she retreated under blankets and turned on her flashlight, knowing that it would leave her alone.
1:02. The figure hadn't left. She was confused…her light was on, shouldn't it be leaving? She began to panic. What if it didn't leave? What if it started to hurt her? She thought again. She didn't think this one would hurt her. It was just a little child…it probably couldn't do much damage to her, unlike the others that were full grown.
She decided to look at this one. See if it was really one of them.
She slowly came out from under her red covers. She kept the baseball bat in her hand, just in case. It took a minute, but her eyes finally became adjusted to the dark room. She could see the outline of it. It was small…very small, and thin. Quite thin. By the looks of the way it was build, she could tell it was a female. It seemed harmless.
"Ginny?"
She gasped. Never had they tried to talk to her before. It was a sweet voice, small, scared, but not harmful. She released the bat from her hand, and brought up the courage to speak back.
"Why are you here?"
The thing started to cry. Her heart melted…it was so little, afraid…she had to do something. But what could she do? She was only a girl. She couldn't do anything for them.
"I need your help," it replied, wiping away it's own tears.
She didn't know what to say. Help? If all they wanted was help, then why did they hurt her?
"What?"
"I need your help." It walked closer to her, but she didn't back away. "My name is Anna."