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It was dark in the apartment, the quiet broken only by the sounds Bart made in his sleep. Bart's door is ajar, showing him lying sprawled in his bed, one leg uncovered by the sheet which had shifted as he moved. His face contorted in distress as he struggled against his imaginary tormentor. He whimpers.
It had been an age since the last nightmare, he'd thought he was done with them but apparently not. The events of his death had changed in his imagination. He could see Thad leaning over him, taunting him, attacking him. The dream figure suddenly pounded his foot on Bart's arm, crushing it. Bart screams, both in real life and in the dream. The real life scream is muffled by the bedding but still audible.
It had been an age since the last nightmare, he'd thought he was done with them but apparently not. The events of his death had changed in his imagination. He could see Thad leaning over him, taunting him, attacking him. The dream figure suddenly pounded his foot on Bart's arm, crushing it. Bart screams, both in real life and in the dream. The real life scream is muffled by the bedding but still audible.