Last night I had a nightmare that all of this was a dream.
In my nightmare, I woke up in the attic back at the other house, and the doll was staring me in the face grinning and covered in blood.
"I killed your little friend!" It cried in a scary shrill voice. Sam was lying dead on the attic floor.
I screamed and woke mum and dad up. Then they came up to the attic and the doll disappeared.
"Well thank goodness Sam is dead! Now you can marry Daniel!" Sneered my dad.
I woke up from the nightmare all sweaty.
"I'm so glad that was all just one little nightmare!" I sighed to myself. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and looked around me.
"Wait a minute where am I????" I was confused for a few seconds but then realised that it was just Sam's shed. I smiled and then rested my head on the pillow.
It feels like I haven't smiled in so long.
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Wild Life
Teen FictionLife's a roller coaster. It's true with Mandy. Times are bad, times are good. It just keeps going up and down. Life's unpredictable. (Written and copyedited by me. Absolutely no copying my story) (All images contribute to Google images) Front cover...
