Nightmares are my favorite part of the night. I enjoy seeing people in pain and stress. I enjoy seeing the fear in their hearts. It makes me stronger, it is how I feed. The stronger I get, the more I become capable of. Soon there will be nobody safe. Soon, even you will get a visit from evil ole me.

After the incident with the lawyer, I fealt like I was born again, like I finally found my purpose. I also fealt refreshed and more alive than I have ever before. I decided to go home and sleep. When I slept I wandered into the dreams of an innocent child. The child must have been only about 5 years old. She had been watching very scary movies, she had seen the largest amount of blood in her life. She had seen murder, hate, fear, and she had never known what any of these were before. Now she had a lot to think about, a lot to dream about. I fealt drawn to her, I fealt like it was my duty to show her a little more.

The dream was blue. She awoke in a daze in her bed. She knew her room was bigger, and she knew something was wrong from the very start, I could hear her thoughts louder than any other I had seen that day. There was a crash in the other room and she floated to the door in an instant. She pulled open the door and saw her whole family dead on the floor. Hanging from the ceiling fan was her little baby brother dripping in blood and spinning. A shadow form entered the room and glided over to her with such speed she had no time to think. She jumped through the window and started running as fast as she could. She had never been so scared for her life. I thought perhaps I could even cause this little girl a heart attack. She ran down the street, but she seemed to get nowhere. She screamed for her neighbor down the street. Her screams were muffled, she couldn't even hear them herself. She tried yelling louder and louder, but all that came out was a crackling whisper.

Suddenly she was somehow in an endless feild. She knew that running would be pointless, so she just looked around for somebody... anybody. A loud voice banged over the feild. "I have come for you little one. There is no use in running, this is the end of your life little one. Do not scream because it is pointless, even if you could be heard, nobody would care. Everyone wants you dead, they all hate you little one. Don't you understand? You were never supposed to be born, you are a freak of nature and I must bring you back to where you came from. I will take you to a place of nothing. You will feel no pain, there will be no emotions at all for you. You will think no more thoughts, you will never see your pathetic family ever again." Everything turned black and she couldn't see anything. All she could hear was some sort of animal. An animal in pain, and it was getting closer. It's screams cut through her eardrums and she struggled to wake up. I held her in the dream world and made her continue the sleeping. The sound of the animal was joined with the sounds of whispering. The whispers were the voices of her family talking behind her back, telling each other that she was useless, she was boring, she was hated, she was not wanted. She kept struggling and her heart stopped for a couple of beautiful seconds. Then it started beating so hard that I thought it might jump out of her chest and splatter all over her bed. I got giddy and anxious for that moment. I added to her pain and fear by adding the voice that had talked to her in the field. As the voice came back she could feal something slithering around her neck, choking her. The grasp got tighter on her. She was grabbed by unknown hands and carried away. Her poor little heart was losing the battle and I got stronger with her every tear. She cried so wonderfully loud and her heart pumped faster and faster, harder and harder. The grasp around her neck got stronger and the noises got louder, as well as new sounds. She heard screams, fighting, running footsteps, and the sounds of a blade being sharpened. Then she saw visions of a coffin with her name on it, filling up with blood and spilling over the brim. Every sound got louder for her and she struggled more and more. She was too weak by then, and I was getting stronger with every breath she took. Then she lay still in her bed, her heart had completely stopped. The poor little one could not take all of the thoughts I had filled her head with, she had died in her sleep that night.

The next day when her parents found her she was cold and motionless. Her father dropped to his knees and prayed. He asked for forgiveness for letting her watch the movie all the way through, even after she seemed like she was very scared and yet she begged him to let her stay up, and he cried like a little baby. I guess it was too much for him to deal with because he went into the bathroom and blew his brains out. Poor innocent people, they never ever make the right decisions, for god's sakes, she was only a poor little child..hehe....haha...HEHHEHEH.....I love this job.