Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

Peter was a small boy who had been plagued by visions of something stalking him in his dreams from as far back as he could remember. Now at 11 years old he was expected to grow away from nightmares and terrors that haunted him. His parents paid no heed to his torments and decided he was just exaggerating. He could find no comfort in anyone. His friend had cast him aside, believing him to be too different from them and thus increasing Peters feeling of isolation.
It was one night before bed, that Peter was locked in his room by his mother and ordered to go to sleep and not to utter one word about this to anyone. He could hear his parents heavy footsteps going down the stairs and out the door.
He stood by his door with the light on, crying softly. 'Please don't go', he repeated. In a way, he hated his mother and father but in a way he needed their protection. Any form of comfort he felt, he threw himself into it and embraced it. Underneath it all, however, he was a very unhappy child.
The house was silent. The other thing he could hear was his breath and the only thing he felt was his heartbeat. The beating radiated from his chest to his ears. He decided to go to sleep with the light on. He knelt down on the side of the bed and closed his eyes. His hands were clasped together. He prayed for a minute or so before shakily rising to his feet and getting into bed. He wiped his nose and took a breath. He liked having the light on. As he lay in bed he looked around his room. He inspected everything. Nothing to be afraid of. 
The wind blew the bushes and trees around violently outside. He sat up and claimed his favourite toy from down by his feet: Nelly The Elephant. It was a stuffed elephant, wearing a little suit and tie. In this toy Peter had poured his trust and love into. 
He held the toy by his heart and wearily fell into sleep.