Nights Against the Night Part 34

Freddie was almost loud today.

He was fast when he wanted to be.

Almost loud for Freddie, was still extraordinary quiet for any other child.

He was upset, screaming silently, tears running down his face.

Mum had no idea how to deal with him.

She tried to hug him. He resisted. She tried to talk to him. He covered his ears and rocked back and forth.

"I want Mags!"

She walked away, and tears streamed sliently down his face.

Bolt got soaked again.

This time Freddie choose to talk, little muttered phases that made no sense on their own.

"Not fair.", "Miss her.",  "Nasty place." "I want..." and the whooper "When is Daddy going to bring her home?"

Oh.

Bolt's mind rushed as he absorbed these phases.

Freddie didn't understand, or Chester had gotten things wrong, or Bolt was very confused.

Freddie cried himself to sleep.

Bolt clung so very tightly.

Chester moved into sight, stood watching to pair of them, the boy and his ted.

Chester patted Freddie on the head, before returning to his post.

Bolt thought.

It didn't make sense.

Something was wrong here.

What had happened to her? The girl Chester barely spoke of. The girl Freddie missed so badly. The girl that his mother cried over.

Why had she gone away?

Chester thought she was dead. Freddie thought she was missing.

The darkness was seeping in.

A shadow under the bed.

Bolt could almost sense it,  something testing the borders.

More Nightmares?