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    b]The dim sound of the creecing noises brings me out of a deep
    sleep.around me siting my head upre scattered remains of once was my famly . crying over in tears the shadow of figue became to apear from the hall way. the sound of horror frightened me...the swift thoughts and flashback of memorys rose as i sloweley creep uner the bed into the dark but the stale thought of screeching noises of claws rakeing ainst the hardwood floor and smooshy ness of curdled blood diping from this beast.it stoped and began to make heavley breathing noises at its laws ake th ebottom of the bed just in time to tip it over.a light voice a sweet voice the voice ofan angle calles to me...wake up ... you need to wake up.the nigtmare ur haveing isnt real.but th reality when i woke up was much worse laying in a dark abyss burning_eyes