We crept throughout the thick woods slowly making our way to our own little house jail. soon we reached the clearing. I gasped as the moonlight revealed shredded metal, shards of glass, and snapped boards. they got out. how? the house was locked down tighter than an airport containing a suicide bomber. how did it happen? I stood there looking at the strips of shining metal listening by the moonlight in the snow. he stood quietly behind me, probably thinking. The same thing i was.
"How?" I breathed out.
This was not good.
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What Nighmares Are Made Of.
FantasyWhat if one day you woke up and all the sweet bedtime stories from your childhood twisted and turned to nightmares? Everything that you convinced yourself was fake was real? All your fantasies and fears became reality? The sweet little fairies that...