Monsters
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June 5th and 6th, 1985 - The Cabin
"What kind of bad dreams?"
"Promise...promise not to think I'm weird? Or make fun of me?"
"I promise."
"O...ok. So, it's like that night? Except I'm older, and I'm walking out to the rock with...with someone. I'm scared, but I trust them. It's the things. Those eyes! They're all around us, and they keep touching me, brushing against me. I can't see them but I feel their cold fingers pass through my clothes and I know...I know that if they take me, I'll die. I'll die afraid and cold and alone."
She was crying now, and I put my hand on her shoulder in what I hoped was a reassuring way.
"Oh my god."
"Yeah, I knew that I had to do something, and that if...if the other person...was not there, I would have been...taken,
