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I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
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Amber appeared in Harry’s room. Harry was sleeping peacefully no living soul could wake him but Amber wasn’t a living soul. She went into Harry’s dream messing it around. Harry shot up trying to scream but he couldn’t. Amber left his mind as he fainted. She smirked once more before entering Harrys mind again.
Shannice may be scared off humans but she found Louis interesting so there she was sitting on the edge of Louis’ bed watching him sleep. She didn’t like people calling her by her real name because it reminded her off the life she had before and she hated that.
Mary didn’t want to be as creepy so she layed underneath someone’s bed. She liked to lie under there safer. She saw a hand dangling down from the bed. She went to bite the hand when she heard a scream. Quickly vanishing.
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Harry was walking down a dark hall way, he had never been here before. He was terrified, He didn’t want to carry on but his feet said otherwise. So there he was walking down the hall lights kept on flickering on and off. Harry turned left suddenly, his shaky hand reached out to a cold dusty doorknob he turned it slowly, his breath shaky. He pushed opened the door to reveal blackness. He blinked once, twice, three times before he saw a chair. This chair had someone tied to it. There neck was snapped backwards, arms limp, the persons legs were dangling down on their last limbs. Blood covered the floor. Harry could tell the floor was once white. He walked forwards, slowly. He was hoping it wasn’t anyone he knew or that this was just a prank by one of the boys. That’s all he did. Hope. He closed his eyes as he made his way to the front of the chair. He opened one eye. Then both. There she was strapped to a chair, lifeless, dull her arms were back to front, her eyes were hanging around her neck like a necklace. Gemma. Gemma Anne Styles, his big sister. Now she was dead, used like a rag doll. He felt someone breathing on his neck, he tensed up. “boo.” The dark feminine voice whispered.
Harry shot up out of his bed screaming, shaking. By that time Amber had left his mind laughing at the poor frightened lad. Louis and Niall awoke hearing their friend’s cries they ran to his room to see Harry sat up in bed screaming still, shaking crying but yet he wasn’t moving. That’s what they saw. They panicked. They had no idea what to do. Niall walked forwards reaching out to Harry trying to calm him down. It didn’t work. Harry looked at Niall with fear in his eyes. Niall stepped back to Louis. Looking at him with a little boy’s face. Louis carefully walked forwards. Stopping everything Harry sniffled or looked up. Louis sat on the end of Harry’s bed. “Harry?” He said every so softly as if Harry could break like china. His head slowly moved up to look at Louis “She was tied up” Tears fell from his eyes remembering the horrid image of her. “Her eyes weren’t in their natural place. They were on a necklace.” The way Harry said this. His voice was almost a whisper, voice shaking, lost eyes. Lost eyes that someone wanted to help find again. She was sat in the corner of his room out of sight in the dark. She wanted to help him, wanted to tell him that it was all fake but she couldn’t bring her-self to help so she sat. Sat watching those tries to help the poor lost boy.
Louis was trying to figure out in his mind how to help his friend. He had never seen anyone like this before. Harry was shaking; if he shook any harder he would surely break. Louis knew that his thoughts were true just by the scared look in Niall’s eyes. They both wanted to help him so much. “It was so real as if she was actually there.” The two older boys had no idea who he was on about but they didn’t ask about it. “I wanted to touch her, fix her again like you know one of those puzzles? I wanted to put all the pieces back together but it wouldn’t have helped the situation anymore.” He was now staring off into the distance remembering the way her eyes just hung there like a rope on a bridge, her legs dangling down like a bauble on the Christmas tree and the way her neck snapped back wards was like holding a new born baby when they look up at you there tiny heads leaning backwards, you want to hold their heads up right. “Harry you know it wasn’t real it was just a bad dream. See Niall is calling your sister now.” They knew he was on about Gemma. Louis looked up at Niall who was still trying to get in contact with her, his eyes looked over to where Harry lay still on the bed, he shook his head hanging up the phone showing that she wasn’t able to pick up.
Niall rang Gemma she didn’t pick up. Niall felt like crying, Gemma didn’t pick up but another person did. “I’m sorry Gemma is unable to answer this phone. She has gone missing we are still trying to find her” Niall just hung up, he didn’t want to tell Harry that his sister was missing after what had happened in his dream. “Harry try and get some sleep please?” Niall said as he left to go back to his bed. He lay down thinking about everything, and that’s when he broke. He started crying, remembering seeing his brother lying frozen in the bath tub with pill bottles around the bath tub, Niall shook his head making the images disappear. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, dreaming off nothing hopefully, but that wasn’t the case. There he was alone in a room. The light shining down bright on his face. He couldn’t see anyone yet he could hear all the words being thrown at him.
“You killed your own brother” A tear fell.
“He died because of you!” And another
“I won’t let you go” A girl whispered in his ear, he broke down in the unknown girls arms, dream or not it felt so real as if he was being held as he shook as much as harry did.
Mary was sat on the bed holding Niall. She came back to help him, scared that he would have wanted to hurt himself for not finding Gemma. She made a promise to her-self and Harry. She was going to find Gemma somehow.
Louis lay with Harry that night, not sleeping just singing to Harry. He knew that Harry was special, always believed in everything. He knew how to handle someone when they were crying over break ups. He always held his mother when she was crying about their father leaving them.
Shannice had called Mary and Amber into their room. They both kept their distances from each other. “Amber. Have you not seen that poor lad? He is shaking to death out there.” Shannice yelled clearly annoyed with her. “Well I believe that whatever kills you simply makes you… stranger” She smirked happy with her quote but someone else was not. “Oi! Don’t you be using any of the Joker’s quotes; a dead evil thing like you shouldn’t use them because you’re just…ludicrous!” Mary said trying to back up her statement. Amber just scoffed at the black haired phantom, which just rolled her eyes. Shannice tried not to laugh at their arguments.
“Batman is gay, the joker is just another version of you” Amber pronounced with glee. Mary hands went into fists stopping her-self from hitting amber. “One; Batman is not gay! He ends up with Cat-women!” She yelled. ‘Cat-women is a man’ Amber wanted to say but let Mary continue “Some people just like to watch the world burn at their feet. Thinking they are top boss, happy that they caused” She took a quick pause. “You are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. I swore to them that I would protect you, and I haven't. I haven’t been able to protect you and I’m sorry. When I promised to your parents that I would look after you when they was laying on their death beds. The look in their eyes was fear just like Harry is feeling!” Her breath was shaking just like her body was. She opened her mouth to say something but the only noise that came out was a chocked sob. Her eyes watering with blood. She shook her head. “We were all born to die so why didn’t we?” She faded away, just as Shannice did leaving Amber to think with her thoughts. “Kill them all. Kill Harry Louis Niall Shannice and Mary. Show them who is boss” They said to her.
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Being the first to respond to a fatal car accident is always the most traumatic thing I see as a police officer. But today, when the crushed body of the little dead child boy strapped in his car seat opened his eyes and giggled at me when I tried to peel him out of the wreckage, I immediately knew that today would be my last day on the force.
