I lay in my bed. Eyes thought to be open but not. I check the clock. It is 3:05 A.m. it is late. Maybe it won’t happen tonight. I close my eyes and leave myself to try and sleep happy thoughts. Then I hear a clang. I check the clock 3:09 A.M.  9 minutes late. I hear another thump and then a bang. I squeeze my eyes shut and hope that I don’t see anything but I do.
          
     A little girl’s eyes pure white with no pupils representing innocence. . Her outfit like any other little girls. Full of miss matched clothing and two sparkly bobby pins attaching a beret off of her dangling head. Her mouth holds no evidence of emotion for the rest of her pale face. All you can see is purity, and feel a hint of revenge. She walks closer to my face in the best way possible after having been pushed off a cliff and breaking several bones.  I scoot back to avoid her. No use she get closer than ever. Her mouth opens as if she is going to say something. But not teeth and a tongue make it difficult to get anything out. Then she lets out a loud high screech that echoes off the walls of the currently black room. The screech is uncomprehending but for some reason you just know she is saying that she will get her revenge. Frightened I do what I know to do every night I open my eyes to come back to reality and hide from tomorrow night when I will be once again haunted by this memory.