by Sasha Pruett
Epilogue
I the Lord will make myself known unto him in a vision, and will speak unto him in a dream.
Numbers 12:6
Trevor bolted upright in bed, barely missing his tangled web. His heart racing as if the devil himself had been chasing him. Then it dawned on him, the true source of his night terrors was no further then across his room. He dropped to the floor and trudged over to the Plexiglas cases. There he studied the first of the three animatronic wonders, an exact match of the demon werewolf of his dreams, obviously the source of his nocturnal adventure. Trevor cursed himself for being such a baby, then turned off the light to the wolf head’s case. No longer would it be able to influence his sleep. That and it spooked him a little now; though he would never admit it. He crawled into bed and snuggled back down in his sheets, sure that it would take forever to get back to sleep... in two minutes he was out.