| Jun 10, 2016 8:50:25 GMT -5 |
Post by Nickolaus F. Beilschmidt on Jun 10, 2016 8:50:25 GMT -5
Come little children, I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment...
Into a land of enchantment...
Come find the frightened boy Gilly! This probably the first night you have Blackie so yeah XD;
No matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t unsee what he made out with the faint lines on walls. Even after several times trying to blink them away, or rubbing his eyes, the nightlight hit just right to lit up the very lines Nickolaus was trying to ignore. He woke up after being put to bed by his brother, his own breaths unstable with the night terrors he suffered from. The first few nights, Nickolaus immediately cried for his parents and Gilbert came rushing in. After that it changed to crying for his brother instead, and now it was only a small whimper or two that passed him before he would attempt to put himself back to sleep.
He couldn’t get used to sleeping on his own at night. At nap times during the day he had no problems; a simple story read, a bear to cling to, and a soft hand to tuck him into the warm blankets, and he would comfortably doze off to dreamland for the next two hours. It was different at night, however. Sure his brother helped him follow the exact routine as so, the story, bear, and being tucked into the blanket, but it didn’t help the child. He would wake up regardless, and every night, he found himself sneaking out his bedroom to try and sleep with his brother in his bed instead.
At first, Nickolaus debated the very option of so. Hugging the bear with his hands and legs wrapped tightly around it, he would try and hide his own vision and stop his ridiculous whimpers by pressing his face into the stuffed animal. When it proved to only make it difficult for him to breathe however, he found himself pulling his face away from the cloth, his eyes locking onto the same lines he couldn’t take his mind off of.
The lines were nothing but simple cracks in the walls, something every house would have, but the child’s wild imagination couldn’t help him one bit as it made out a face of a monster. The way the nightlight glowed upon it only made it that much creepier, and within minutes the child was terrified after having woken up from a nightmare to begin with.
Deciding this wasn’t his night for the debut of sleeping alone in his own bed, Nickolaus pushed the covers off himself and gripped tighter onto his stuffed companion. He slid himself off the bed, forcefully pulling his own eyes away from the monster picture he imagined onto the wall, and headed for the door. He opened it, blinking his eyes trying to adjust to the complete dark now, no nightlight to glow the way. Luckily the boy had the place memorized by this point, that he didn’t need any guesses as to which way to head to to find his brother’s room…
Taking a deep breath and letting it out, trying to calm his own racing heart from the fear of being in the dark, alone, after the scary images and nightmares, the preschooler simply turned in the direction to Gilbert’s room. Little pitter-patter noises echoed down the hall as his small feet traveled across the wooden floor, which in turn brought on a new obstacle.
Nickolaus cried out in fear when he heard the loud barks, Blackie having been alerted by the noises and letting out a loud alarm. The child panicked and fell right where he was standing, trembling and tears filling his eyes. He wasn’t used to the dog yet; it was only something his brother brought in suddenly one day, saying they were going to keep it in the house. Nickolaus, not one for big canines to begin with, only feared the black shepherd at first, only tolerating it as it didn’t come near him. Now that he was stuck alone in the dark however, with loud barks echoing in the house, both the dog and the child not used to one another, Nickolaus was trapped in deep fear. He backed himself against the wall of the hall and screamed, the house possibly becoming the noisiest in the area at once.
He couldn’t get used to sleeping on his own at night. At nap times during the day he had no problems; a simple story read, a bear to cling to, and a soft hand to tuck him into the warm blankets, and he would comfortably doze off to dreamland for the next two hours. It was different at night, however. Sure his brother helped him follow the exact routine as so, the story, bear, and being tucked into the blanket, but it didn’t help the child. He would wake up regardless, and every night, he found himself sneaking out his bedroom to try and sleep with his brother in his bed instead.
At first, Nickolaus debated the very option of so. Hugging the bear with his hands and legs wrapped tightly around it, he would try and hide his own vision and stop his ridiculous whimpers by pressing his face into the stuffed animal. When it proved to only make it difficult for him to breathe however, he found himself pulling his face away from the cloth, his eyes locking onto the same lines he couldn’t take his mind off of.
The lines were nothing but simple cracks in the walls, something every house would have, but the child’s wild imagination couldn’t help him one bit as it made out a face of a monster. The way the nightlight glowed upon it only made it that much creepier, and within minutes the child was terrified after having woken up from a nightmare to begin with.
Deciding this wasn’t his night for the debut of sleeping alone in his own bed, Nickolaus pushed the covers off himself and gripped tighter onto his stuffed companion. He slid himself off the bed, forcefully pulling his own eyes away from the monster picture he imagined onto the wall, and headed for the door. He opened it, blinking his eyes trying to adjust to the complete dark now, no nightlight to glow the way. Luckily the boy had the place memorized by this point, that he didn’t need any guesses as to which way to head to to find his brother’s room…
Taking a deep breath and letting it out, trying to calm his own racing heart from the fear of being in the dark, alone, after the scary images and nightmares, the preschooler simply turned in the direction to Gilbert’s room. Little pitter-patter noises echoed down the hall as his small feet traveled across the wooden floor, which in turn brought on a new obstacle.
Nickolaus cried out in fear when he heard the loud barks, Blackie having been alerted by the noises and letting out a loud alarm. The child panicked and fell right where he was standing, trembling and tears filling his eyes. He wasn’t used to the dog yet; it was only something his brother brought in suddenly one day, saying they were going to keep it in the house. Nickolaus, not one for big canines to begin with, only feared the black shepherd at first, only tolerating it as it didn’t come near him. Now that he was stuck alone in the dark however, with loud barks echoing in the house, both the dog and the child not used to one another, Nickolaus was trapped in deep fear. He backed himself against the wall of the hall and screamed, the house possibly becoming the noisiest in the area at once.
by worldie for puchi
