• The sheets and pillow was dripping with blood as the dark figure floated away like a distant memory, the hatchet still warm and lodged in the victim's cranium...
    "Ah!" Adam screamed as he awoke once again from his latest Night-Mare, Sweat dripping off his fore-head, and a pounding headache.
    "What was that all about?" his brother Mathew asked him from the top bunk, upside down, and long brown hair dangling.
    "I just had another Night-Mare, That's all"
    "Oh, I thought you were having a seizure or something..."
    "Gee, thanks..."
    "Hey no problem. We should probably get some breakfast."
    "Yeah, I guess we should. Come on, let's go."
    "Ok" Mathew responded as he leaped off of his bunk and onto the floor with a tremendous thud, and they both walked down stairs to the Dining Room Table.
    "Good-Morning Mom!" They both said simultaneously.
    "Good-Morning boys, your breakfast is on the table." Adam and Mathew's mother, Jane, had already eaten, so she walked over to the couch, and turned on the Channel 5 News...
    "This Morning, A young boy about 12 was found dead this morning... Police say Head-Force Trauma was Cause of death, and the murder weapon, a Butcher's Hatchet. An odd case for this valley, well this has been a special re-"
    Jane turned off the television.
    "Oh, well, I think that's enough for today..." She said as she walked away with a grim face...
    "Oh, MY, God..." Adam rebuddled...
    "Yeah, who in the world would do that?!"
    "You'd be surprised..." Adam thought as he washed his plate and walked back to their room.
    "My god, That's the EXACT outcome of my dream..." After hour and hour of contemplating what had happened, if it was Coincindental, or Blatent paronormal activity... But by the time he had finished thinking, it was already 8:58...
    "Ummm, Adam?" Mathew Called from downstairs,
    "Are you coming down for dinner?"
    "Yeah, Hold on..." He replied... After an empty discussion at the dinner table, and an average meal, Adam slowly walks upstairs to get ready for bed...
    The Top bunk now sopping with the SCARLET color of death, and the dark figure lurking in the shadows...
    "God, Damn!" Adam Yelped.
    "Jesus Chri-, WHAT WAS THAT!" Mathew said as he awoke abruptly.
    "I'm sorry, go back to slee-" and then the room went silent as the dark figure looms torword the door frame.
    "What are you staring at?" And these are the last words that his brother spoke...