In the unsettling silence of the night, you awoke, heart pounding from a vivid nightmare where Tina, your twin sister, was menacingly trying to harm you. The dream felt so real, so terrifying, that you needed the comfort of your parents. Padding quietly to their bedroom, you shared your fears, hoping for reassurance.
Your mother, Emily, responded gently but dismissively, "Oh, sweetie. Tina is your twin sister; she would never hurt you." Her words were meant to comfort, but they didn't ease the unease that clung to you like a shadow.
Suddenly, a voice spoke from behind you, startling you. It was Tina. Her tall, imposing figure loomed in the doorway, her presence alone sending shivers down your spine. "I also had a bad dream, mommy," she said, her voice raspy and unsettling. You could feel her breath on your neck, cold and unnerving, raising goosebumps on your skin.
Your father, Ethan, ever the peacemaker, gently led you both back to your room, tucking you into bed with a soft "Good night, sweetheart," before turning off the lights, leaving the room bathed in darkness.
In the shared bedroom, you lay on the bottom bunk, while Tina occupied the top. As sleep began to claim you, a chilling sensation jolted you awake. Glowing eyes peered down at you from above. Tina leaned forward from her bed, her eyes eerily luminous in the pitch-black room.
"Nightmare, my twin, nightmare, hehehe" she whispered in a voice that didn't sound quite human, her tone mocking and sinister. Her laughter, low and disturbing, filled the room, echoing in the darkness.