t'was the night before christmas | round i

[Blazed]

I see things, things I have never seen before. Climbing the roof, into the house, then the kargest one follows them all. Down, the stairs, the chimney, the tree I decorated myself, into ruining the precious presents I would have opened in the morn. Why, oh Why? I think, already running for something to use to kill, and stop dead. "Is this simply a dream?" I almost say out loud, hearing them come closer. I pinch myself, but feel nothing. Is it because I was being taught to relish pain, which made me insensitive? Or is it, indeed, a dream and nothing more? One comes through my chamber's door, and shrieks in delight at the prospect of attacking me. A lower, deeper sound follows from farther away, some sort of growl. I reach for my bat - isn't this used to hit baseballs? - and it all ends. I am asleep, it was only a living nightmare. Nothing more, yet I heard a noise only too similar to that demon in my dreams. "Mother! Wake up!" I cry to my mother, standing at her chamber door. But it was late, just too late to save Mother. I swing the door open, screaming out of rage as I see my mother lying bloody and dead, with a demon-thing sitting on her chest and eating her flesh. "Die, stupid demon! I want my mother back!" I cry, sobbing as I run around and around, trying to reach the demon-thing and kill it.