I was never afraid of anything when we lived in the city, but now we live on a farm.
At night when the lights go out, I get scared, because I can hear a nightmare in the attic right above my head.
It doesn't seem to bother Mom and Dad.
Thet say it's probably mice.
But it sounds too big to be mice.
I decided to lasso that nightmare and bring it down to show them.
I'd just be brave and sneak quietly into the attic with my lasso ready.
It wasn't there.
But I noticed a bunch of toys I thought were lost lying in a pile behind some boxes.
Something weird was going on for sure.
Then I heard it creeping up the stairs.
There it was, standing in front of me with my brand-new teddy bear it had just stolen from my room.
"Hey," I called. "That's my teddy bear! Give it to me!"
But the nightmare tried to sneak back down the stairs.
So I chased it.
Then I lassoed it.
It was hugging my bear as hard as it could.
"Be careful, Nightmare," I said, "or you'll rip my bear."
I tried to get my bear back, but it wouldn't let go.
So I pulled it down the hall to my parents' room.
I flipped on the lights to show them the nightmare I captured.
I was sure they would be amazed.
But nightmares are very tricky, and sometimes they just slip away.
I'll just have to get my bear back tomorrow.
