Friday

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Friday had finally came and I was ready. He's face would every time I would close my eyes. The same old thing every day. Play, eat and finally sleep....

I said grandparents and fell asleep until heard the noise straight on last stroke of midnight. I sat up in bed and thought first question I should ask...

Maybe I should ask who he is?? Maybe that would be a good start?!

When I got my question in my head I was ready ask them...

What if he gets annoyed I woke him up???

I shook my head and the noise happened agian. I scrawled over to the side my bed and slowly removed my cover to so the sleeping boy. Well, he wasn't much sleeping anymore....

He eyes was wide open and they was grey. Suddenly, his lips started to form into a smile. Not one you would see in real life. But a smile so big it was impossible!!! It was ear to ear.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," I screamed moving from head from veiw

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"Ahhhhhhhhh," I screamed moving from head from veiw. I buried myself in my covers. I was under there for about five minutes when I heard no more noises. I removed to covers from my fac3 and sat up. I searched around the room and saw nothing. I heard something from the bedside me and was afraid to look. Something told me not to, but I did anyway. The boy was in the bed next to me stairing at me like he was reaching for my soul. He still had that smile on his face and I was even more scared.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," I screamed again. He sat up quickly and pressed his hand against my lips.
He put a finger agian his,
"Ahhhhhhhhh," he whispered.
I heard footsteps rushing to my bedroom and was soon swung up with my grandad holding his hunting gun tightly and my grandma behind him.

"Are you okay?" My grandma said rushing over an hugging me tight.
"Y-yes," I stuttered.
"It was only a dream," she said rubbing my back.
Something inside me told me this wasn't a dream if was. Then how comes I keep having the same dream on repeat. And comes this night his eyes open. I still had his face printed in my head. I closed my eyes as my grandparents left the room. I begged them to leave the door open and they did so.

I fell asleep with his face torturing me....

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