I may not be able to tell you when and why the monster started hunting me in the first place, but I can tell you when I stopped Every night I’d feel his hot breath on my neck asĮvery night the beast got a little bit closer. That’s what really matters.Įvery night without fail the monster would chase me through the undergrowth. They arrived without invitation and took up residence. Scary stories from older kids in the playground. My parents put it down to TV I shouldn’t have been watching. Wake up sweating and wailing in the darkness. No significant event that led a happy five-year-old girl to Noĭefining moment that marked the beginning of the screams at night. There was no traumatic childhood experience that set them off. I can’t tell you the exact moment the night terrors started. I want to keep my dreams, even the bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long. To Scandinavian pine kitchens, 42-inch plasma screen TVs, grey Ford Fusions, and the idiot who placed them above the For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention: Permissions Coordinator,” at the email addressĬover design by Letitia Hasser of RBA Designs

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