11#Night Ghost.
Tyler tossed and turned in his sleep that night in his dark room, troubled by the weird day he'd had with seeing Evan and going to therapy. He couldn't stop thinking about any of it. Seeing his dead best friend had been scary. Talking to a shrink had been awkward. But the nightmares about Evan every night...there were no words for that. The 10-year old boy aawokeand sat up in bed, followed by the door to his room opening, getting his attention.
Tyler squinted his eyes. "Mom? Dad?" He guessed. Oh, how he wished it were his parents on the other side of that door. His Mom, his Dad. Either one or both of them would've been just fine. But no. It wasn't his parents.
Instead, walking into the doorway was none other than Evan, which made a now scared Tyler back up on his bed a little. "Tyler." Evan said as he reached out with his left hand, making the pre-teen boy more afraid. "Tyler." The 9-year old ghost boy repeated as he entered the room, reaching out his right hand, both hand now out, looking like a zombie as he made his way towards Tyler. "Five days." He said as he walked over to Tyler's bed, putting his hands into what appeared to be a strangling position as he reached for the boy's neck.
"(Gasps)!" Tyler gasped as he awoke in bed, right hand shooting to his neck. He looked around his dark room for any trace of Evan, but there wasn't one. No one else was in his room. Just him. "(Sighs)." The boy sighed. It was just a nightmare. Another nightmare. He then felt the dampness of liquid and sat up and pulled back the covers and saw that the middle of his green pajama-pants were wet. "Ah, man." He said as he looked up at the ceiling. He had wet himself. Tyler got out of bed to retrieve another pair of pajama-pants from his dresser and to head into the bathroom to remove his wet ones, dry himself off, and change into his new pajama-pants.
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