Chapter 8:Nightmares

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Years passed since Miyah lost her beloved stuffed animal. She wanted to go back but fear overtook her mind of the man with the axe. Many men and officers tried to investigate but never got as far as the inner forest to tell the tale. No special training could get anyone passed the death Denis and his axe caused and soon the casualties were too many to count and eventually the task was abandoned. No longer did anyone speak of the house or the axe killer not even Miyah's family.

Miyah eventually took consuling to get over Mr.Greg and about the ghost she claimed to see at the house. It took her a year to atleast calm down and attempt to move on.

It's now been 3 years since the incident Miyah was now 10 going into 4th grade where she took up her favorite chant again as she went to school.

"Bye mom!" She called out as she ran out the house and down the block. "I'm gonna be a little girl all the way home...I'm gonna be a smart girl all the way home." She skipped down the sidewalk.

Suddenly she heard a voice in her head. Miyah help me! Miyah looked around but saw no one around. The light changed and she skipped across the street ignoring it.

Miyah yawned as she laid on her bed. "Boy it's been a long day." She shut her eyes and instantly went to sleep.

She had a nightmare seeing visions of Kimberly with eyes full of fear and Denis who looked ready to kill with his white eyes and shadow like appearance. He held Mr.Greg on a shelf in his shed as he sharpened some knifes and toss them at a picture...of Miyah. He laughed evily. "Oh oh your gonna die oh oh I'll watch you cry oh oh say goodbye oh oh your not coming home alive." He sung to himself. There were noises like tiny screaming and whispering yells. "Oh shut up you darn insects." He tapped a glass next to Mr.Greg which seemed to be full of some blue mobile gas. "Souls these days. You guys never shut up do you always itching to leave when it's so easy to die."

Help me Miyah please...

Miyah jumped out of her sleep and fell to the floor in a cold sweat and breathing fast. "Mom!" She called.

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