Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers. They are the property of Disney.

A/N: I wrote 'House of Oliver' out of sheer amusement and good thoughts; thank goodness that ended soon. I got in another fight with my brother, which made me write (that's the good thing) out of anger. And so, I'm sorry to say that 'House of Oliver' is getting this second part added to it starting from a couple of hours after we left off. I would put it as a chapter in the theme challenge, but I kinda don't wanna work with the horror I'll be working with in this chapter. And of course, as before, read this one in the dark. Come on...it's funner that way. Get into the spirit.

Just BANGING Around

The Oliver home was peaceful and serene from what could be seen in the yard. Nothing was heard but the musical chirping of the crickets in between the grassy backyard that was still damp from yesterday's afternoon.

Inside the house, was a bit of different scenery. Inside Tommy and Kat's bedroom, the two could be seen fast asleep having their backs to one another. Katherine was lying on her left side close to the middle of the bed. Tommy was sleeping on his right side, nearly at the edge of the bed having his wife take up most of the bed to her habit.

Joanne's room was peaceful as well. If one stood next to her, they could hear the hardly audible murmuring sounds the little five-year-old made in her sleep. Having her hands in a praying position under the side of her face, she felt a cold presence of some sort making her scrunch upward. She brought in her knees in a fetal position and made herself comfortable again without losing sleep.

In Sam's room, the small boy sat in his bed, with his knees bent upward. He grabbed a hold of them as he pulled them up lightly up to his pounding chest. Feeling his breaths get deeper and harder to inhale, again he heard it. A tapping coming from his closet door. The scrunching of paper and scratching of wood was hardly heard coming from the same place. His jaw starting to tremble following his knees and back, he tried to control his fear, but nothing could be done. He was too scared to jump out of bed and run toward the closed door for fear that something would pull him under the bed.

His suspicions became a bit clearer as his floor under him began to make cracking noises. Large heavy boots were then heard walking toward his bed as whispers came into play from his closet as if they were dictating the figure coming closer what it should do.

Taking a deep breath now, he had no other choice. "MOM!" the small child called out as loud as he could. As he yelled, a loud thump came from the closet door as if someone was trying to push it open with all of his or her strength.

Tommy awoke to a loud bang heard in his dream. Still a bit groggy, he turned around and was getting comfortable before hearing his son yell to the top of his lungs, 'MOMMY!'

At this, Tommy sprung up as fast as he could and sprinted to his son's room waking Kat in the process.

As Tommy opened the door to his son's room quickly, turning on the light, his eyes widened. "Sam…what's going on?" he asked the little boy whom was still in a sitting position.

Sam got up quickly and ran to his father who took him in with open arms as he bent down to pick the child up.

"Sam?" his mother's voice was heard, as the young boy looked up, his eyes streaming tears down his face.

"Mommy," he sobbed stretching out his hands as a motion to be released by his father and have his mother console him now.

Tommy stepped inside the room wondering what the large bang was. It sounded as if it came from Sam's room, but he just wasn't sure if it was real or not. As he looked around, he could distinctly remember all of Sam's toys and stuffed animals in their place when the child was placed to sleep.

"Sam" Tommy said with a sort of stern voice, "what's all this?" He picked up a small cotton stuffed Shrek doll before turning to his son again, which had his head on his mom's shoulder. "You're room's a mess" Tommy noted as he threw the doll into a toy chest near the door.

The little boy had no response. He didn't know how the toys got thrown all around his now messy room.

"Kat, he's usually…" Tommy began before having his wife cut in.

"Tommy please, Sam obviously had a nightmare that's still in his mind right now," she said holding the still shivering pale boy in her arms. "We can talk about this tomorrow."

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A/N: I really don't know if I should continue this or keep it like that so the readers can make their own conclusions. As of right now, I'm feeling that I wanna keep it like this; but, I don't know yet.