Trust issues
“Go to sleep pete. Your Halloween mask isn't going to come and get you.” My cousin said, not that she was helping. she'd just been making jokes about how i'm scared of my ghostface mask. To be fair, I was eight. Finally sleep ruled over me.
Eventually I woke up in the middle of the night, and I was still scared. so I decided to go out on the couch. Three hours later I woke up again, but this time to the sound of footsteps. I look out of my grandparents window and see a man. Before I can let out a scream, a jump or even a breath, the man is gone. I had assumed that I was just tired and hallucinating. I thought I should go back to sleep. Then again, just a few minutes later, or at least it feels like just a few minutes later I wake up again, to the sound of my grandparents’ dog barking, I stand up and don't wait before checking the windows. This time, there is a man, and this time, he stays. I dont scream but I run to the basement. I lock the only window in the basement and hide, then I remember me and my cousin were playing down here early and we decided that my great grandma's ghost was down here. I sprint upstairs and, again, the man is gone. But there's still noise. The sound of the song that my dad and aunt would sing to all the kids in the family, the winnie the pooh song. This time I ran to my cousin's room, and as I turned the corner, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see a bloody winnie the pooh costume, with an ax. Before I could even process what happened he swung.
“Pete! Pete, get up!” My eyes snap open and I realize that it was all a dream and my grandma is standing over me on the couch telling me to get up for breakfast.
“Oh. It was all a dream.” I let out a deep breath and stood up, my grandma giving me a look and then asking me to let the dog out. I carry on with my day and let the dog out, that's when I hear a voice, deep and male.
“Was it a dream, pete?” Immediately I start looking around, turning so my back is facing the fence.
I can't do anything before my knees hit the rocks on the ground, my hold on my grandparents dog's lead loosens and he runs away, and I feel a sharp pain in my lower back.
This time, I didn't wait, I got up and ran. Which wasn't easy with what I presume as an ax in my back. As I round a corner I cant run any longer. I laid down on my grandparents' neighbors lawn and never got back up.
