The Nightmare Night

It was a cold, silent night. I was sleeping in my warm, cozy bedroom, with my little sister, Aadhya. There, I heard thunder and lightning roar like the old pair of lions and tigers. I shivered. My heart literally started beating out of my own chest. I checked the curtains peeping out. I saw a shadow. I don't know what hit me, but instead of running to tell my parents, I hid under my blanket after putting another one over my sister's head. I heard the door creak. I started trembling.                                                                                                                                                                                                But nothing happened. I opened my eyes. "Overcome it, Prisha!" I said, gaining strength. I heard a door creak, this time the bells of my front door. I heard mom's voice. It sounded like a screech. Had Voldemort visited? No way! I can only work with things that are real. That's why I prefer staying away from fictional books like Harry Potter, especially during the night. No, no, no, no......! "Uuummm?" I said, my mouth trembling. My tongue felt dry, as well as my mouth. This is not good. I saw a girl with her hair down and blood over her face. I was so scared, that I actually had tears in my eyes. I sat down and started crying. Goodness! I felt like I was in place of Harry Potter. No way I'm believing that! I got up, finally making myself strong.                                                                                                                                                                                                 I stepped out, trying to keep the subject away that I left my sister alone. Seemed this night was haunted. But....that ain't real, so let's keep that aside. I went into mum and dad's room. Sound asleep. Then why did I hear mum? I tried to make a checklist. That was definitely mum's voice. I mean, who knows mum better than me, not trying to boast. I slapped myself. Just then, I saw a mist around my face. It was white. I closed my eyes, trying to picture something positive. Nothing.                                                                                                                                                                  Just then mum shook me. "Prisha, it's Monday! You've got your classes!" I rubbed my eyes. Thankfully it was a dream. I was puzzled. Without uttering a word, I started my day. That was good. I was good about everything. Except, why did I hear my mum yell yet again?                                                                                                                      Prisha Kapadia

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  .