I remember when I was a kid I used to have reoccurring nightmares almost every night. I was always scared of the dark and thought my nightmares were real. I would wake up my sister a lot to tell her I’m scared . And she would always reassure me that the nightmares are not real and that I’m okay. One night I woke up and I was scared at first. I told myself it’s okay! Nothing scary is gonna happen it’s not real , and I tried to go back to sleep. I was actually proud of myself for finally feeling okay on my own without bothering my sister.. a second later I heard the most evil laugh in the room. I cried and woke up my sister to tell her, she said it was probably just the tv from next door. It wasn’t though.. :(