My worst night mare

The howling wind rattled the windowpanes in the bitter, damp night outside. I twisted and turned under my thin covers. My teeth chattered in the chilly air around me. I couldn't sleep. My sweat dripped down my forehead and my heart was thumping hard at my chest. I was always afraid of the dark and I still am. But this was the first time I had slept alone in a hollow, ominous and shadowy room with no wallpaper. Instead of a carpet, there were filthy floorboards that creaked and moaned. There was also a wardrobe that I had never opened before because we had only moved in this huge house yesterday. I…show more content…

He was wearing a silky, black coat but it was too long for him that it trailed down the floor. He was also wearing a golfers hat. The man turned his head towards me and smiled. My eyes were wide with terror and fear and for a moment I thought my whole body was going to collapse.

" You must be Drake, are you not?" Said the man cheerfully.

" I am," I said slowly, my voice Do you know who I am," said the man, sitting comfortably on the couch as he spoke.

" N-no," I stumbled.

" I am your fairy godfather," the man pronounced proudly. And this is Wellard, my transformer."

" You're what?" I blurted out.My transformer," repeated the man. "Look, I'll show you." The man stood up and began to bark at the dog and in an instant it turned into a mouse trotting on the carpet.I was shaking like a jelly. What the hec is going on, I thought.

" Transform back, Wellard," the man shouted. Wellard turned back into a dog.

" Very useful you know," said the man." Now let's get to business shall we. Well Drake. I've come here to warn you about something." His voice was slow and very serious now. "The great witch Sathia will visit you when the clock strikes one. I want you to know that this grand house once belonged to her. She gets furious if anyone else lives here. For many years,

had never been so tense and angry in my life. I spend the last seven months with an infinite to-do list, yet my worst nightmare was about to begin. When I look back to these memories, this experience left a bad taste in my

The story began on December 15, my birthday, when I first met my dear husband Mostafa. I started dreaming about a perfect, loving, and cheerful life. Soon after that, we got to know each other and started to plan for our life and our journey to the United States. Ten days later, my life took a tragic turn. My mother was at the hospital for almost two weeks. She had a knee replacement surgery, which is a painful and agonizing operation. I felt terrible; it was as if someone took a piece of my heart. However, this incident left me high and dry. My mother was no longer around to help me because at that time I really needed her by my side. Nevertheless, I told myself, “I need to control these emotions and be strong for her.” When you do not think that things could get worse, it really does. My mom’s wound got infected and she had to go under the knife again to sterilize the wound and stitch it, but this time she was only hospitalize for two days. Subsequently, she left the hospital and I started my duty as a full time nurse to my beloved mother.

While taking care of my mother, things become out of control when my brother decided that I would also be

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