• She sat there. On her bed, sweating for life. She couldn't move or blink. It was like she was frozen in time. The one thing that frightened her more than anything in the world, was her nightmares. They almost took over her own life, and she couldn't wait until they were over every night. They scared her. Scared her more than Barney or Ronald. It was just a matter of time until her father, Clark, would come running in screaming. Five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty. No dad, no movement, just the screeching of the wind against the window. Her eyes looked at the door. Nobody.

    Was this a dream?

    Most of her nightmares included one of her friends and her. It would start out as nothing and then, soon enough, her friend would be gone. Either, dying because of something eating them, or she had killed them. She wasn't a murderer, and she defenitely didn't live near anything that could eat someone. Except for the mountain lions. Her eyes focused on the door again. Her head was woozy and she needed some water.

    Getting up, she went for the door. BAM! It was in front of her now. The mountain lion. It crept closer and closer. She moved back, faster than ever. Now on the bed. It followed, hungry for flesh. Her eyes terrified and scared. This had to be a dream! It had to have been. Not being able to pinch herself, the lion launched at her. The scratching of the lion started to leave stings. She didn't bare to open her eyes. All she heard was the lion and its growling. Not moving and inch, she opened her eyes.

    Back to reality she was. In her bed, looking at the ceiling. No lion, no sweat, no screeching. Just the sound of her father moving around the house. This dream would haunt her forever.