He has a symmetrical face, high cheekbones, and just the right amount of gel in his salon-messy hair. Jack Dobson is a guy you could call conventionally attractive. My name is Abigail Rachel Summers, and tonight I am bait. Wanting him.Īnd I can tell you when, finally, one day the nightmares came to life. I can even tell you when I started wanting them. I can tell you when the nightmares stopped being terrors and the monster became a man. I may not be able to tell you when and why the monster started hunting me in the first place, but I can tell you when I stopped screaming. Every night I’d feel his hot breath on my neck as I ran for my life.Įvery night the beast got a little bit closer. That’s what really matters.Įvery night without fail the monster would chase me through the undergrowth. They arrived without invitation and took up residence. Scary stories from older kids in the playground. My parents put it down to TV I shouldn’t have been watching. No significant event that led a happy five-year-old girl to wake up sweating and wailing in the darkness. No defining moment that marked the beginning of the screams at night. There was no traumatic childhood experience that set them off. I can’t tell you the exact moment the night terrors started. I want to keep my dreams, even the bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.
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