When I was little I had a reoccurring nightmare that seemed a very typical nightmare for a little girl. My precious baby brother was kidnapped- by living skeletons! They were going to harm him in some unimaginable way in each dream, and the one I remember most is where they took him to a condemned and abandoned house in the middle of a vacant lot, had a cauldron over a huge bonfire, and put him in it. I could hear the baby screaming and crying. My best friend at the time Emily and I went in and tried to save him before his crying was *gulp* silenced forever.
It was soooo scary for a five year old. I loved my baby brother!
Still do but, he's 26 now.
