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Don't Wake Mother Part 1

I sit up in my bed with a start. Holding onto my head I feel how much I was sweating, but it was cold sweat and made my shirt stick to my body. I hear something that sounded like a distant scream and walk over to my window. Looking down the street I see a light go out. That's normal, I think to myself, happens all the time around here. Then another distant scream and another light going down, this time closer to my house. This had gotten me a bit paranoid once it happened, when one goes out it's normal but twice was rare but didn't never happen. Then another screamed closer and louder. Another light goes out but this on looked like it exploded. Now I was panicking. This is all a dream, I thought to myself. "More like a nightmare," I said allowed.
     This is all a dream, I hoped, again.I pinched myself and felt pain. This is Not a dream. I hear a few more screams until the light right outside my house was about to go next. Instead, nothing. I look outside my window and right next to the light pole I see two twins holding hands and wearing white dresses. In a singsong voice they said in unison, "Wanna play?"
"Nope," I shout and sprint out of my room and down the hall towards my parents room. They were on the first floor, which meant I had to go down stair and through the kitchen to get to them. Right when I was by the staircase they appeared and said sadly in unison, "Why not? We wanna play."
I open the closet door that was to my right and grabbed the first thing with a handle. It was a tennis racket. "Im," I swung, "Not." Again I swung. "In," I swung, "The mood." I swung over and over again, missing them everytime. The tennis racket went through them as if they were smoke.
I scream and hear something break in the kitchen. The twins looked down the stairs and then back at me saying, "Oh no! You have woke mother. May your soul rest in peace."
They vanished and my dad sprinted up the stairs with a baseball bat and turned on the hallway light. Mom followed him with a small handgun, she was obviously not used to holding. "What? Who? Where?" Dad blurted out in confusion.
"There was someone in the house," I yell not realizing that I was yelling.
"Well I may be blind without my glasses because I don't see anybody," dad said rubbing his right eye.
"There was these twins, holding hands, making the light do out down the street, and there was some random scream. They were right there," I point towards a spot on the floor that hand tiny shoe prints, four tiny shoe prints.
"Honey," Mom said slightly shaking.
Dad shook his head, "Maybe we're all in some bad dream together."
It was my turn to shake my head, "No, I pinched myself. And that felt way too real to have been a dream."
Mom started to pace and wave the gun around while talk which I don't think was very safe. She rambled on on how she heard things in the attic and just thought they were rats and how she's terrified of rats so never went up to check. That was when my younger sister, Savannah, walked into the hallway rubbing her eye. "What are you guys doing up and having a conversation, It 3 o'clock in the morning."
I paled because it's 3 o'clock in the morning. More famously known as the witching hour.