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She lays in her bed, fingers twitching slightly, curling as she dreams. The sweat beads on her forehead as the dream grows, becoming realer, more intense, more blurred into reality. It is dark. She’s safe. She knows that he is dead. But it is still dark. She gets out of bed silently and her fingers stretch out for the light.
Click.
Nothing. No bright electric shock stamped on her sight. No flare of light to chase away the demon.
Clickclickclickclick. Nothing.
Please… clickclickclickclick.
Darkness.
Silence and her fingers stretch out for the familiar weight of the broken baseball bat in the corner. The soft gasp slipping from her lips as a splinter from its shattered end stabs deep beneath her skin. Drawing blood. This wood has a habit of that. But she is safe because he is dead.
Click.
Click.
Darkness.
Silence.
She moves out of the room, quietly frantic as she darts from light switch to light switch.
Clickclickclick. Nothing.
Clickclickclick. Nothing.
Clickclickclick.
Silence.
A scream.
She sits straight up in her bed, her heart pounding loudly, racing from the dream. The sweat cools her forehead as the dream subsides. Becoming less real. Less intense. More blurred from reality. It is dark. She’s safe because he is dead.
But it is still dark.
She gets out of bed and stumbles to the light switch, trying to tell her body that she is safe. Her fingers fumble around and hit the light.
Click.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
She runs to the corner and grabs for the familiar weight of the broken baseball bat. The soft whimper slipping from her throat as a thought from the dream stabs into her conscious mind. Drawing blood. Her dreams have a habit of doing that. Is she safe? Is he dead? She opens the door and frantically darts from light switch to light switch.
Clickclickclick. Nothing.
Clickclickclick. Nothing.
Clickclickclick.
She is not safe.
He is there.
She screams.
She wakes. This time for real. The scream still echoing in the dark room. The room. Her room. Becoming more real. Less dark.
This is reality. It is not dark. She is safe. He is dead.
And she isn’t.
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