just a disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters besides Riley.

September 16, 2015

  As a storm brewed outside the small the log cabin that she called home. the wind howled a sad song that was haunting to the human . Riley tossed and turned in her bed as a nightmare twisted and tangled in her mind.

Riley's P.O.V (Point of View)

  I was trapped. There was nothing. All there was was an inky blackness that surrounded me. Suddenly, there was loud laugh that echoed through the black. "You belong to me and ONLY me!" the voice said in a way that sounded insane. "Just leave me alone!" I yelled as I began to tear up in fear. "I'm sorry child. But that's never gonna happen!" It laughed evilly. I crouched down and hugged my legs as I cried. 

  "AHH!" I woke up with a start. I sat up and grabbed my stuffed panda and hugged it as tightly as I could. The door to my room flew open, the bright glow of a flashlight and a figure of a man stood in the doorframe. the figure rushed over to me and leaned over me. "Riley, sweetheart. Are you alight? I heard you scream." I loosened the grip on my stuffed bear and hugged the man that stood before me. "I am now,  thank you Uncle Warfstache." He sat on the bed next to me and returned the hug. "Was it another one of your nightmares again?" I wiggled out of his hug and I laid back down. "yeah. I don't know why they keep coming back." Uncle Warfstache sighed and set down the flashlight on a nightstand that resided just at the right of my bed. His pink mustache stood out against the darkness of my room. It was actually kind of comforting. "Do you want me to stay here until you fall asleep?" he asked me. I nodded in response. He grinned slightly as he stood up and pulled up a stool that was in the corner of my room. he sat down on the stool just at the bottom left corner of my bed. "Would you like me to hum something to help you soothe those nerve of yours?" he asked sincerly. "Y-yeah, that would be nice." I replied.

  He chuckled, He began to think of a lullaby that would help me relax. "oh, I know the perfect one..." he said. he began to hum the song "Come Little Childeren" from our favorite movie, Hocus Pocus. I made myself comfortable and snuggled up to my pillow and slowly drift off to sleep, hearing the beautifully haunting tune being hummed to me. 

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  My name is Riley Lynn, I'm 17 years old and I've lived with My uncle Wilford my whole life. I've never known my real parents. Wilford told me that they died in a car crash when I was just a baby, but I don't really know for sure though. He never likes to talk about it, which is strange considering how much he loves to talk. I've literally tried everything to get him to talk. Doing his share of chores around the house, giving him a back massage, rearranging the livingroom. Im starting to think that he likes torturing me with extra chores. Well, I can't focus on that right now. Tomorrow is finally allowing me to got to town all by myself! I'm soooo excited! he usually accompanies me wherever I go, But tomorrow, I can finally be free.