It happened; it came true. Why? Sure me and my sister had dreams about it but we just thought they were that…dreams. Me and my sister had night terrors for the past month and a half. But when they occurred, the actions we did in each other’s dreams were what we did in our own dreams. We both thought about telling our parents but we knew that they would just say that we were crazy and we had too many sweets before bedtime. But even if we didn’t have sweets the dreams would continue. Every night the same dream and the same routine. We would just wake up at the same time as each other and climb in to one of our beds and hug each other hoping that we might just get some rest. But the dream was so realistic; sometimes we would cry it felt so real. Even if it was the same dream over and over again. From the blood-curdling screams, to the fire, to the blood on the floor, and to the sound of a baby crying. At times I just wanted to wake up and not sleep anymore and my sister just thought we were becoming psychopaths. But…we never told anyone in fear that we might not be wanted in the family and we would be sent to a nut-house. But now it’s too late and we very much regret our decision. It was too late and we could no longer turn back.
