I Stood there. Blood on my hands in front of Sharleen’s dead body. I couldn't believe did that. I did tho. The dagger of Sloth was glowing in her body and I was ready for this to be over with.
Madam kindrie’s voice came to me. “Good job boy.”
I stood there in the dark. I thought the moon was out but it wasn't any more. I couldn't see Sharleen any more.
A voice came to me. “Goodbye.”
“Whos there?”
“Goodbye.”
A flame sparked in mid air and I could see the mask of Sloth Inches from my face crying blood.
The shadow jumped at me and Took me down.“Goodbye!”
I blew at the light to get the flame bigger and saw that I had the dagger of Sloth. I took the dagger and flung it strate the the mask! The dagger hit the mask. Dead on contact. The blade sat there on the masks edge as the shadow stopped. A crack raced across the mask. I watched as the mask shattered and the shadow with in was revealed. The beast was all black even in the light. All I saw was white eyes that looked almost like a white paint dot on a black wall.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The creature screamed and broke off of me. IT stumbled in the light like it was just hit in the face. I grabbed the flame and held it to the monster. The beast froze up and shook trying to look at me. This distracted it well I jabbed the dagger through the heart of the beast!
The beast rotted away leaving the dagger there.
The blade melted down and a small flame popped up from the ash of the dagger. The small flame floated up and joined the flame in my hand.
The flame went out.
“Yum.”
Shirt.
The flame came back and a wide mouthed mask was staring me in the face. I Pulled the curtain back and saw teeth. They had braces with purple bands.
“Yum!”
The monster attacked me and bit my head off.
“No!” I at up screaming.
I was in my room again. It was eight sixteen in the morning.
Dot was laying on my chest. She looked at me with concern.
I hugged her and started crying. “Please don't make me go back to sleep.”
I layed there in Dots arm until I was ready to start the day. It as about three minutes until I got up. I fed Comma and Charlie, made my bed and ate a bowl of frosted flakes.
I don't know why but a term from psychology class in my online college course came up.
Hypnophobia, also termed clinophobia or somniphobia, is the often irrational and excessive fear of sleep. It may result from a feeling of control loss, or from repeating nightmares or anxiety over the loss of time that could be spent accomplishing tasks or maximizing leisure time instead of sleeping.
Or atleast thats what Wikipedia says.
I have to admit I am scared to go back to sleep. I know this is all leading me to the next sin, but this is worse than playing five nights at freddy’s!
I thought about my dreams and decide to just forget it for the day. It was another day where I was needed.
It was sunday. Thats the other day I hate. Beer day. I got to the gas station and my boss is out. I'm in command now!
