For the last few weeks, poor little Billy Wolfe has been plagued by nightmares, which not only kept him awake in the middle of the night, but his family as well. At least three times a night, they would be wrenched from their sleep by Billy's screams. His mother would come in and comfort him, assuring him it was just a dream. But that did little to help the situation.
One night, Billy lay in his bed, his covers pulled up to his face. He was shaking with fear, knowing if he fell asleep he'd have another night terror. Then, he thought he heard a voice whisper his name. "Billy. We're coming for you." "DAD!" He cried, Robert coming into the room soon after "What's the matter, Billy?"
"I heard a voice! It said it was coming to get me!"
Robert sighed. Now the poor kid was getting delusional from lack of sleep. "Son, you're just hearing things because you're tired." "No, really! I heard it!" Robert was going to object to his son's claim, but at the very moment, all hell broke loose. The lamp by Billy's bedside began to hover in the air, before being flung at Robert as if by an invisible hand. Billy's toys began to levitate and fly around the room, and the walls of the house began to quake violently!
Robert didn't know what was going on, but he grabbed Billy and ran downstairs with the rest of his family, rushing out the front door into the yard. "What in the world is going on?!" Julia exclaimed "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think we have a ghost problem." Said Robert.
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