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Bad Dreams

I am excited for today. So very excited. It's my 8th birthday and I can smell the cake baking. I want that cake. It smells so good.
I'm in the living room crashing my toy cars together on the carpet. Today will be the best day ever, I just know it! My sister is in the kitchen with my mom working on the food. My dad is still upstairs. -Scratch that. I hear his shoes on the hardwood stairs.
"Alex," his voice rummbles through the house, "I have your presents."
I almost squel with joy, my dad always gives me the best presents. I'm not sure what his job is, but he always were suits and my sister and I always get what we asked for.
I jump up from my spot on the carpet and run over to the base of the stairs, "what'd you get me," I repeat it over and over until my dad reaches the last step.
"Hold on buddy," he chuckles and walks the box he is holding to the table in the middle of the living room.
Just as he turns to speak to me the doorbell rings. That's very odd, we're not expecting anyone, I don't have any friends and we don't keep in touch with family. Or anyone really, we move around too much to keep in touch with people.
My dad goes to the door. My heart starts pounding. He makes it to the door. My breath catches in my throat. He unlocks the door. I start to sweat. His hand grips the handle. My body feels heavy. He opens the door. I scream.
A wave of red rushes in through the door. My dad is swolled by it followed by me. I can't see a thing. I hear distant screaming. Yelling. Ripping. Crunching. Just as suddenly it came the red leaves.
I am whimpering. I want my mommy and daddy. Out of nowhere I get the urge to look down. So I do.
I really wish I didn't. At my feel lay my family. Or the remains of them. They are mostly intact but with chuncks missing, and some limbs too. It's too much for me to take. I fall to my knees crying. Just the I realize something. Everything's completely dark around me. And my sister's missing.
Once again I have an urge. This time it's to turn around. I see my sister. And I'm holding her by the neck. Not me me, but another me. I make eye contact with the other me just as he grows claws and rips her troat out.
I say the only thing I can think to: "noooooooooooooo!"

I jolt upright in my bed. A thin layer of sweat coats my body. I'm panting. I look down at my hands, no blood; but my claws are extended. I gotta be careful about that, I think as I look around at the multiple other bunks full of sleeping kids that surround me. I don't need anyone knowing, I think as I watch my nails shrink back into my finger tips.
One thing is for sure: I'm not sleeping tonight.
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