The next morning I was a mess. Could it've really happened? Especially to a ten year old like me. I decided to meet up with my friends, so I could clear out any haunted thoughts still lingering in my confused mind, but then suddenlt, out of no-where, I had slipped and fell, crashing ontp the sand. It all happened rather quickly. I then found my mother racing across the beach towards me, like a hurricane tormenting everything in her way.
My mum then saftley took me back home but the strange thing was, the first step I took inside, I couldn't breath. Immediatly, I gasped for air, It didn't seam to work. Then straight away, I knew it had something to do with last nights evens, or last nights terrors for that matter. Although I wanted to tell people, I just couldn't. I felt like I was being controlled by some kind of monster, or a remote controll.
'What would I say to people if they started to ask questions', I thought to myself
