The witch cackled loudly as she drew back the dagger. She aimed it in my direction. I saw the dry blood on the tip of the knife. I knew I was her next victim. I tried to move but was bound tightly to the cold hard metal table. She pushed the dagger into my chest and I screamed frightfully. I heard the loudest booming sound echo through my ears. I leaped up and looked around into the dark cold sweat poured from my head. I felt cold inside. I decided to get up and go to the bathroom. I left my room and went down the hall. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes. I looked forward and screamed. I moved slowly backward. Further and further. My back bumped against the door. I froze. I stopped and felt around behind me for the knob. I felt the cold knob in my hand. I turned it and landed flat on my bottom in my bedroom. The fiery demon continued to come after me. A fire arm in its left hand and a sharp dagger in its right. This demon was determined to kill me. I stood up and walked slowly away from the demon. The closer it got the hotter I felt, the deeper its eyes glowed. I landed flat on my bed ready to scream. A dark and unholy demon entered behind the fiery demon, it pointed in my direction, or so it seemed to point in my direction. My heart pounded heavily. I sat still as the evil dark demon got closer, so did the fire demon. The dark demon made me feel sick, and weak. I could tell that the dark demon was doing this because the fire demon hadn’t felt this way before the dark demon entered my bedroom. The dark demon continued to come in my direction ever slowly did he lurch forward. I let out yet another scream in which my parents did not come to my rescue. I leapt sideways out of my bed in panic. I landed on my soft carpet. I was tangled in my comforter. I looked around me. The sun shined brightly through my window. It cascaded brilliantly across my bedroom. I let out a sigh of relief; I was finally in the safety of my own home. The aroma of pancakes filled my room. I followed the aroma out through the hallway pass the living room and straight through the white, wide slide open kitchen door. I entered the kitchen and sat down. I pulled my chair out and sat down. As soon as I sat down mom pushed my chair in “You must sit down properly!” she said and went back to cooking. Minutes later she walked back in my direction, this time she had a white plate in her hand filled with my breakfast, which consisted of, pancakes, eggs and sausages. I knew why I was worried. I knew exactly what was bothering me.
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