NIGHTMARES

    Popping up from a dead sleep, Sierra's heart pounded against her ears like the percussion section of a marching band. Someone was in her room. Watching her. "Who's there?" she whispered. Silence. A slight tremor shook the bed. Footsteps shuffled across the carpet. "I know someone's there?" Her voice trembling like an old woman. Tick tock went the grandfather clock downstairs. No other sound. As if death had come to visit, a cold finger grazed her arm. A blood curdling scream climbed through her throat trying to escape only to be muffled behind a massive hand. Squirming to break free, shivers raced across her spine. "Oh my God," she cried into her panicked mind. "They've come back. They've come for me again!"