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Giggles in the Night
by John Brooks

Martin sat in the darkness of his room. All was quiet. . Ever since his family entered their new house things have gotten bad. His dreams have been plagued by the visions of this small albino child. In his dreams the child was carrying a knife drenched in blood. The child would giggle at him. Smiling a sinister grin at him. The blood was not only on the blade but also on his face, hands, all over him. The blood stood out on his skin eerily. Almost glowing. Then the child would hand him the knife and say whisper "Complete Me." Martin would always wake up screaming in the night. His parents would rush in and comfort him, but it got worse. Some times he found himself sleep walking. Waking up in the kitchen sometimes. Other times staring at himself in the mirror. Not remembering why or how he got there. Two weeks ago Martin used the Internet to look up the history of this house and found a gristly past. A child had killed his entire family and then committed suicide here. The child's name was Joshua and he was an albino. When Martin told his family, they laughed and said no such thing happened, but he would listen in on them and hear their concern about their son. For about a week now his has been ill. The flue or something. The doctors had no clue why he has been sick, but he has been getting pale and so tired lately. Sleeping over 15 hrs at times and always waking up with that insane giggling in his ears.

Martin had just woken up and the giggling is not fading. He reaches over to the lamp and feels something sticky on his hand. Still groggy he flicks on the light. The scream escapes his mouth like the wail of a banshee. Blood all over him. Sprayed across him from head to toe. Martin screams for what seems an eternity until his throat is raw. That's when he realized his parents were not there comforting him. He thinks he has to be asleep still and starts to get out of the bed. Martin notices the bloody footsteps leading to his bed. Like a dream he walks to the hall. Bloody handprints line the walls. The hall light is red with blood. He must still be asleep. This cannot be real. Walking slowly down the hall towards the giggling, each step harder than the first. He must know the truth but he is frightened beyond belief. The steps lead to his parent's room. The giggling from there is louder. "A DREAM!" he screams "THIS IS ALL A DREAM!" Then he is bolting to the door. Running as fast as he can. His heart beating so loud it drowns out the thumping of his feet but not the giggling. The child's giggling sounds like its right next to him as he enters his parent's room. The sight before him drives Martin almost to the point of madness. Blood is all over the room. On the ceiling, bed, walls, and the floor. His parents lay in pieces on the bed. Tore apart. The weapon still sticking out of his fathers gut. The giggling still in his ears. He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out his father's gun that is kept there. Not one shot was fired. THE KILLER MUST STILL BE HERE he thinks. Then he hears a child's voice. "Over here." He turns to look in the mirror and sees a small child giggling at him. "Martin I have been waiting for a long time for a boy so much like myself. Now I will be free from this house and we will rule the night. This town will know true horror." Martin watches in horror as the boy changes into him. His own reflection staring at him. Giggling. That's when he realizes that he has been making that sound. That insane giggling. Has this boys soul been trapped here since he killed himself? "NO, THIS IS A DREAM!" he screams at the mirror. Martin knows now what must be done. When he sleeps the boy takes over. Possessing him ever since he entered this house, but this is all a dream he thinks again. It has to be. The mirror him is laughing now harder. Martin feels his eyelids getting heavier. Joshua is trying to take control again. He can't let it happen. Dream or not, he can't let Joshua do it. Martin slumps to the floor. "Sleep now Martin let me leave this house."

Martin looks up, groggy but fighting the sleep. "This is a dream, and I will prove it. There is no such things as ghosts and I will prove it and wake up." Martin cocks the gun and places it to his forehead. Joshua looks at him from the mirror, " I have waited for years for a boy like you. I can wait some more." Martin closes his eyes. "This is a dream. The giggling is back. The trigger is pulled.