text: Robert had seen a scary movie that wasn’t really intended for his age. The movie was rated at 18+ and he was only 10. “What will happen if I go to sleep after watching that? Will I get scary nightmares about monsters?” He said with a scared voice, trembling in fear. “It will be fine sweety, just don’t think about it at all. Just think about how today was fun!” His Mother said is a soothing voice to calm down his anxiety. Robert calmed down after some time, and went to sleep just to get the night over with. Tik Tok. Tik Tok.What was that? Tik Tok. Tik Tok. Where is it coming from? It stops right after the fourth tik. *DING!* Robert jolts awake, and feels like his heart is pounding, trying to get out of his chest. “What was that clock sound? Where was it coming from?” He nervously thought. As he looked around his room, he fell right through his bed. After falling for what seemed like hours, he hits the ground. He gets up, and looks behind him. A very big silhouette appeared behind him. “AHHHHH!” he screams out of fear. He starts to run the opposite direction, but as he is doing that, he hears a very faint sound. Tik. Tik. “That sound!” Tik. Tik. “Where is it coming from?” He stops, and turns around, to see the silhouette of the man from before behind him. “What do you wa-”. Before Robert can say anything else, the man opens his jacket. Robert cannot believe what he saw. He closes his eyes in fear, as the silhouette of the man starts to approach him. He opened them, and saw a giant clock, ticking, just ticking. It starts to tick even louder than before as it starts to get to the 12. Robert runs away, as the sound to him is unbearable, but it doesn’t get any quieter. He slips, and falls off the edge, and the clock stops ticking. *DING!* *DING!* "It is indicating that it is midnight.” He jolts awake again, thinking that the dream is over. He looks at his clock. 12. He gets up from his bed, and goes to his door to open it. “Should I?” he thinks. He has this irresistible urge to open it, but he feels that he shouldn’t. He opens the door, and all he sees, is the same silhouette of the man from before. “How? How? How can you be here rig-” The man jumps in front of him. As the silhouette does that, Robert covers his eyes out of fear. He opens his eyes, only to be stuck in a room, with clocks. “How am I here? HOW AM I HERE!” He keeps repeating those words over and over again to drown out the sound from the clocks. He looks around for a possible exit. There! He found a hatch. He crawls over to it, and opens the hatch, only to be swallowed in darkness. “Hello?” he says in a quiet voice. “Hello?” No answer. “Hello!” he says in a scared, loud voice. “Hello!” No response. He curls up in a ball, and starts to cry. “It is okay little one.” A voice said from the distance. Robert looks up with his face covered in tears. “It will be alright” The man said. Robert is now in an alleyway, with a man in front of him, just standing there. How did I ge-. The man spoke again. “Are you okay?” It starts to rain. Robert looks down, to see himself covered in mud, and his clothing ripped up. “No.” Robert said in a scared, trembling voice. “No, no I am not okay” he starts to cry, not knowing where he is, or when this will end. He wakes up in a cold sweat. Eyes wide open, scanning the room to find nothing in sight. He looks over at the clock. 7:30AM. “Is this still another dre-” His mom opens the door, frightening him. “Honey, it is time to get up you will be late for school.” “Okay” he yells out to make sure his mom can hear.