Category : Stories

Sub Category : Thriller

1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep …

Sayla lets out a heavy sigh while counting the herd of sheep pasted on her bedroom wall.

“I’ve been counting these sheep for an hour now”, she said to herself

The clock strikes 12 as soon as she spoke.

8 sheep, 9 sheep, 10 sheep …

She closed her eyes and opened it real quick when she heard the door creak.

“Why are you still awake, Sayla?”, her mother asks while rubbing sleep from her eyes

14 sheep, 15 sheep, 16 sheep…

“It’s 2:30 am now. What am I supposed to do?”

1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep…

The clock strikes at 3 and Sayla’s eyes are slowly shutting. Then came the realistic nightmares forbidding her to wake up. Screech. Darkness. Screech. Darkness. End

“Wake up, Sayla! You’re going to miss the bus.”, her mom spoke as she entered her room

“I’m awake”