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Rose's Bad Dream

Vader lunges at me, his lightsaber humming. It sweeps by my shoulder, missing me by an inch. I grip my saber tight.

“Theo” His voice is a lot smaller than I expected. Girlier, too. Weird.
“Theee-oooooo” A small cold hand is at my throat. Unbelievable! How does he move so fast?
“THEO!”

My eyes snap open. I’m lying in bed and Rose is standing over me. Yowzers, it’s enough to give you a heart attack! “There’s a bad man in my room” She wails and throws herself against my chest. Great.
I pull her face up to look at me. “It was just a bad dream OK? Go back to bed.”
“No. He’s scary. You have to come seeeee!” She’s tugging on my hand now, and I’m starting to realise we won’t get any sleep until I check out her room.

I kick back the blankets. “Show me this bad dude, then. I’ll beat him up so bad”

It’s cold out in the hallway. Rose tiptoes along behind me. I flick on the light as we step into her small pink room.

“See?” She points. There’s a dark face pressed up to the window. Some bastard is trying to get in!

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