“Chelly’s POV”
But he was with me all the time. As far as I remember, Jack didn’t like watching movies. In fact, he barely uses his phone.
“Who is it?” I asked out of curiosity.
“I don’t know mommy. I didn’t see their faces. He has a knife and is stabbing,” Eric closed his eyes tightly out of fear.
I chose not to ask about the matter until his fear subsides.
“It’s a nightmare, baby. It’s not real. It’s just the same as your imagination,” regardless of how worried I was, I kept my efforts to console Eric.
I had a strong feeling of an unknown terror.
There might be a reason behind the ephialtes. If no, why would he get the same dream at the same time as every night?
It took more than an hour to make him understand it was a bad dream. Sleeping became a hard task for him.
I dec
