Suite Nightmares

Tomorrow Is Another Day

4:30AM:

I was in total shock, Fredbear was actually here? He told me yesterday that he would be my friend. I guess the child noticed my anxiety because he stood in front of me, held onto both of my arms somehow and shook me. I snapped out of my trance and put my attention on the ghostly boy.

"Snap out of it," he said, "You have to keep going. He's going to come back and you've got to be ready. I can't keep holding him back every time he gets in. Go, I'll stay with you."

I listened to what the boy said and shook on my flashlight and looked all around my room. What I noticed about Fredbear was that I could always hear footsteps running and occasional laughter, making me have a clear idea to where he was. First I checked the bedroom door and listened for any breathing, maybe he does that too. But nothing came so I pointed my flashlight, expecting to see nothing, but instead Fredbear was just a few feet from my door, mouth open; showing off his big, sharp, scary teeth. I shut the door as fast as I could and held it closed, breathing getting faster. I soon heard him laugh and I let the door open; running back to my bed. I got used to his movements and he never attacked me; trust me, I didn't want him to either... not again. Having this ghost boy protect me seems a little unfair but I'm happy nonetheless. Without him, I would've died by Fredbear. I'll have to thank him once I'm not busy.

5AM:

Most of the night it was the same. Closing the door when he was there, listening for laughing; making sure he doesn't get in. I was standing at the end of my bed, listening, when I heard static ringing from behind me. Maybe the Freddles are still here. I turned around and shook my light on to shine it at them. What I found was way different. It was Fredbear's head, sitting on top of my bed. I stood there, wide-eyed, continuing to shine the bright light in his red, soulless eyes. The light burst off and the ringing was gone. He had left, good thing too. Also I haven't heard anything from the boy. Did he leave? Do I not need help anymore? I shook away the thought and continued the night of terror.

The clock soon rang for 6AM and I huffed a sigh of relief. It was over; no more Fredbear. Although I never got to say 'thank you' to the boy, I hope he knows I'm thankful. I decided to go to my bed and sleep, it was the weekend after all; I don't have to do anything. I got under my blankets, cuddled up to myself and closed my eyes to sleep.

I was still fast asleep with no dreams or nightmares, but I kept feeling this tickling sensation on my cheek. It soon caused my to open my eyes to scratch my face. What I saw above me was Grandpa. He smiled at me and I had no choice but to smile back. I sat up in bed and scratched my itchy cheek; Grandpa sitting next to me. He side-hugged me and rested his head on top of mine.

"No shaking me this time?" I asked out of the blue.

Grandpa chuckled at my question.

"It's Saturday," he said, "Besides, you were sleeping later than usual; didn't want to disturb you as much."

I was thankful for Grandpa letting me sleep, I really was. I was also glad the nightmare was over, but I hope to run into that ghost boy again somehow. Maybe tonight? I'm not really sure; I might never see him again, that's another option. Grandpa gave my body a squeeze and let go, standing up and walking to my bedroom door.

"Come on down for breakfast," he said, "Maybe we could all go out and do something fun later today."

I smiled and gave the 'okay'; deciding to get dressed first. Grandpa agreed and closed the door to go downstairs. I got down off my bed and jogged over to my white-painted, wood dresser. Opening up the middle drawer I looked at what I had clean. I pulled out some light-blue jeans, a dark blue t-shirt and a white sweater to wrap around my waist. I always do this for a nice style and so I have a sweater with me at all times, just in case the weather changes. I got everything on and headed downstairs for some yummy breakfast.