The Nightmare

That night I had a nightmare about James. He was chained to the wall and looked like he had these painful blisters and they would pop leaving holes in his skin. He cried out every time a blister would erupt.

Then there was a laugh that sounded like it belonged to a little girl. From the shadows a girl around eight or nine walked out and it was the most horrifying sight ever. The girl... her eyes were missing, her smile was large and black, her skin had holes upon holes the smell smelt like a rotting body. She looked at James then pulled a chain lifting him upwards and popping more of the blisters and he let out a screech of an animal. A dying animal.

I awoke abruptly and went to my closet and pulled out a backpack and started to pack. I needed answers. I needed to find my brother.