"Now look, you see? There's no such thing as ground-sharks". Abbi watched her father jump around her blue carpet and giggled. He laughed and pulled her into a hug. "Are those nightmares still keeping you up?" he said, kissing the top of her head. She nodded into her daddy's stomach, and hugged him tighter. He kneeled down to be level with her, and told her that the nightmares would stop very soon and that it was just something that little boys and girls go through. He told her that there was no shame in being scared, and to come to him anytime with her worries. She smiled and nodded, and went to get ready for bed once again.
Abbi began running through the hallways of her old secondary school. Nothing really changed. The exact same grey walls, classrooms, and old desks with scribbled gibberish carved into them were still there. The school was completely empty, and there was light mist all around the halls and classrooms. She began to slow down and had a close look once again at all the pictures and awards on the walls. All the faces of the people in the photographs were now erased. All she could see were blank faces, and every name was erased from the certificates and trophies. She looked behind her and saw her old caretaker. He said nothing, but his silence somehow spoke to her. She already knew it was time to leave before he pointed to the main door. She began running again, and her long jet black hair swept back and followed her like a black silk magic carpet. She was now at the entrance of a hairdressers, where she saw herself sitting in one of the chairs crying. One of the local hairdressers, and an old friend of hers was standing behind her, scissors in hand. Abbi screamed and reached out her hand to stop her, but suddenly her beautiful hair fell to the ground. The hairdresser kept cutting her hair until she had a man's haircut. Some women look amazing with short hair, but Abbi wasn't one of them. She began crying, and saw herself smiling and thanking her friend. She walked out passed her, and Abbi followed herself into a fabulous ballroom. Everything around her was a crimson red. There were pillars with carvings of pentagrams and rams' heads. There was a grand stairway, made from red tinted glass, and the banister also had the carvings. On the ceiling was breathtaking art, of a beautiful young woman dancing with a tall being with horns. His eyes were those of a snake, and he had a tale. The woman's ball gown was a brilliant white, and she had magnificant wings with swirling patterns. It was a brilliant detail on the artist's behalf. Her lips matched the whole colour of this room, and she had big, natural red curls. Abbi wasn't quite finished looking at the painting when she was disturbed by the feeling of a presence behind her. She could hear the tapping of a tail hitting the marble floor. She was hesitant to turn around.
When she finally did, she saw the being in the painting. It was taller than she imagined. It smiled at her, a devious grin flashing unkept yellow teeth. She moved closer and only realised now that she was wearing heels from the clink they made on the floor. Abbi was about a foot and a half shorter than this being, but made her best effort to join her right hand with his left. Shortly after, music came from nowhere, as if from a non existent string orchestra. They began gracefully waltzing, but there was still tension in the ginormous room. She buried her head into his stomach, and began to whisper the words of a familiar song. "Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight. Don't you dare look at him in the eyes". His laugh boomed out and echoed against the walls of the near empty room. She didn't dare look him in the eyes. The horrific realisation suddenly hit her, and she knew it was time to leave. The words of that familiar song haunted her, and she remembered it was the last song her brother and her listened to together before he passed away. Abbi ran up the glass staircase like she was running away from her fears. She opened the door at the top of the stairs, and ran inside. She could see nothing, but could hear so many things so clearly. She could hear quotes from the Disney movie Alice in Wonderland, she could hear the sound of an old steam train, and the sound of her father's voice telling her that nightmares come and go. She covered her ears and ducked. She wanted it all to stop. She pleaded herself to wake up, and suddenly then came the screach of a woman in pain.
Abbi finally woke up in her bed, the early morning greeting her with bright autumn colours shining in her bedroom window. That was another night over with, and this morning seemed like any other, until she saw the painting of what was a ballerina. It was the exact painting in the ballroom of the devil.