I stood up. The dark room was closing in on me a shadowy figure got closer and closer. I picked up my knife from my pocket "stay back" I said. The figure stopped in their steps. I launched my knife for their stomach it missed and fell at there feet. The figure laughed "Oh my god" I said. My nightmares have gotten worse these aren't flashbacks there visions. I don't know what to do. I don't know when they'll happen and when they'll stop. I got out of my bed . "Lyla" I said. Lyla was my foster mother. She said my visions might have something to do with the underground. She said it wasn't safe. That monsters aren't safe. I asked her how she knew so much she said she fell there. Lyla/Frisk. We call her that 'cause it's fun. Plus it's her middle name. She said the monsters are evil. It started getting worse. I started getting visions of these creepy skeleton hybrids. I never told Lyla she's over protective she always took care of me.
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She sometimes asks me if I view monsters. I nod my head no. Tonight she said nothing. I feel like she knows that I viewed them.
