What If Six Were The Bad Guys? [Discontinued]

Paralyzed.

Aragon began breathing heavily, blinking her eyelids rapidly. She woke up from a dream, A very frightening one. She didn't usually wake in cold sweat.

Aragon tried moving out of her bed, But she couldn't. Her whole body was numb and wouldn't move at all. Aragon tried again, But the only thing she could move was her eyes.

Aragon managed to scream, But nothing came from her mouth. Only a squeak was able to escape her mouth.

Its like her brain was still asleep but not her. She couldn't feel or touch, and she could barely move her mouth to talk. Silent and dumbfounded, Aragon began to cry. On the inside.

The more she cried the more she could here a demon laughing. Her own demon she was stuck with. In the state she was in she begged that someone could release her from the demon that was chaining her inside her own body.

It felt like the more she tried to scream, The more bigger the laughs grow.

That inner demon then became a gruesome, fat, manipulating man. Henry.

A loud, High pitched, Bloody scream awoke everyone in the neighborhood. Including Aragon.

She stared at the ceiling, sweating. It was morning. The cold, dark, silence was filled with a sunny, happy, loud morning. Very loud music.

Aragon would usually shut off Kathryn and Anne's music off, But today she wasn't feeling it. She turned and hugged her bible to her chest.

She began praying. It would have to work, Right?

A flash image of the dream sparked in Aragon's mind. She decided to distract herself with food. She could smell Seymour's famous bacon and eggs in the kitchen.