A story I started...

It is still a little mysterious but it is still just a begining. Oh and I should warn you it is kind of creepy.......


No!!!! Please not my family!!!! My words were lost in the howling of the wind and other shouts. I struggled to get free of the burly male that held my bound arms behind me. I tried to wiggle out but it only resulted in blood and rope burns. The man laughs low and rough at my silly attempt. His breath mad me wrinkle up my nose and actually stung. He laughed at my pain watching my youngest sister and father being brought to the stake. Tears started to spill from my eyes watching my family being lined up for their execution.
My mother and I spared for purposes that I am too disgusted to even think. They tied little Rose to the stake and spill the gasoline on the hay. She was screaming my name and her gorgeous, green eyes were wide with fear. Her round little face was splotchy from the tears and her blonde curls started to matt to her face. I was frozen in terror as I watched them torch her. I was paralyzed and couldn’t turn away from her. My father shouted next to her and I could hear my mother’s muffled screams from the house.
Rose’s screams finally ceased and now it was father’s turn. I started to turn away but the man roughly turned my face towards my family. “I don’t think you want to miss this.” He whispered roughly into my ear. My mouth opened to scream but nothing came out. I watched my father die in frozen terror. I wriggled and the screams escaped my mouth after a few minutes but I couldn’t free myself. The man started to shake me but his voice started to change.
“Ellie, wake up! It’s just a nightmare.” It was my friend, Nana’s voice. I woke up watching her frightened face hovering over me. Her dark brown eyes were sympathetic as she wiped the sweat from my forehead. “Shhh, its okay. Please be quiet. One of these days you are going to wake them and we will be done for it.” She said in what was supposed to be a comforting voice but I could hear the fear that she was trying to hide. My nightmares scared her and usually reminded her of things that she was trying so hard to forget. Though there was something different about our nightmares. They were real and had actually happened.