It was 8 am when Kelvin was rudely awakened from his slumber by the frightening screams of his granddaughter, Katherine. Kelvin stuffed his feet in his bed slippers and then hurried to Kitty's room. His wrinkled forehead creased even more, causing him to look way older than 70. His heart ached when he saw his girl struggling to catch her breath.
“Kitty, wake up," Cheryl shook her, but Katherine ventured on into her nightmare. Something was chasing her. She felt threatened, but she didn't know what to do. Cheryl shook her again. “Wake the f**k up!”
Cassandra was getting impatient. She hated being disturbed from her sleep, but she flew to her feet when her friend's screams got louder.
Kelvin sat on the edge of her bed with a damp rag, rubbing on her forehead. “Wake up, Kitty!” he nudged
