As a child I never left my mothers side. I was scared of the world and only she could protect me, well her and my stuffed dog. My father wasn’t around to take care of me so my mother had the full time duty of dragging me around to work, to the superstore and everywhere else she went.
She sent me to so many therapists I couldn’t even count them all on my chubby little toddler fingers. They all thought that my nightmares and fears were just due to an overactive imagination, and I guess they were. My mother thought so too, but my child mind was convinced they were real.
The dark shadows that clawed their way into my mind, the screams of young girls I heard each night. The shadowed man who took girls from the top of hill on hallows eve, I used to think they were all so real. Now we all know better, me, my mom and Mr.Dog. I wasn’t scared after I learned of what nightmares were, how they weren’t real.
Nothing terrified me and I was a brave girl as I grew up. Thats why when I was older the song that played in my mind as a child stopped scaring me.
“Below the old oak
on a full moon
A young girl spoke
and sang a sad tune
‘I stand alone
On this dreary night
Come now Dark Prince
I won’t put up a fight’ “
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So Guys i’m starting a new book after about a year. My previous books were complete and utter failures and I recognize that, but just don’t want to take them down and lose the files (I got a new computer). So if you like this book the just wait because the first chapter should be out within the next day or so!
Vote if you like and read on (:
