(This is a remake of a story I made a long while ago, as I feel the old one ended abruptly, and was much too short.)
Ashley fought the sleep like it was death its self. She didn't want to sleep, she knew it would happen again, But the blurry veil covered her eyes regardless, and she fell in to the black void of terror that was sleep.
She was dreaming, as usual. The brown-haired girl looked around, wondering what this terror would bring to her world. Her palms were sweating as she examined her surroundings.
Ashley was in a bedroom. Two sleeping bodies lie still in a bed, breathing slow, peaceful breaths. She then examined herself. She looked to be about three, wearing some hello-kitty PJ's.
Suddenly, the window broke, and two men jumped through. The bodies in the bed shot up at the noise, but one of the men were already on them. Throats were slit, eyelids were closed.
She was then lifted by one of the men. In her current mind state of dream, Ashley started calling for the couple in the bed, but it was all in vain. The men trotted out of the house and carried her in to a car, easily locking her in the trunk.
Ashley suddenly shot up in her bed, patting herself all over. She looked out the window. It was morning. The girl then burst from the bed, sprinting down the stairs and to the TV.
She fumbled on the coffee table for the remote, her fingers shaking furiously. Ashley eventually got the TV on, and struggled to press the buttons for the news channel, but it finally clicked on.
"A shocking incident late last night as Kirk Peterson, the owner of Peterson Computer and Computer Repairs here in Tollern, was murdered. His wife Lisa was murdered as well, and their little girl Tara is nowhere to be found. Police say that they are looking in to the whereabouts of the three year old."
Ashley's mind swam as she reached for something to grab on to. "Nooo!" She said, falling back on to the couch. This couldn't be happening! Dreams don't come true! Not this many times in a row! |