8 year old Oliver Hudson has been plagued with nightmares since his mother committed suicide 2 years ago. A seemingly normal side effect since he was the one who found her, however no amount of sleep meds can keep the Terrors at bay. At least that's what he calls them, the creatures that haunt his every dream. The nightmares are growing increasingly worse and the Terrors are growing increasingly restless. It's all manageable until they start making appearances in the real world and Oliver is faced with a terrible truth.
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"I think I have nightmares."
Where everything changes on New Year's Eve. Where all she remembers is plunging into water, and all he remembers is falling on ice.
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[this story is really messy, sorry.]