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Neopia's Fill in the Blank News Source | 18th day of Sleeping, Yr 23
The Neopian Times Week 19 > Short Stories > Ghost Sleepwalker

Ghost Sleepwalker

by ticketytock2kay

Franky was a young Kyrii who always had trouble sleeping. His bedroom was lovely... it had a pink rug and a very comfortable bed, and the walls were covered with the Blue Kacheek Group posters. Furthermore, the walls had been newly painted with a coat of sky-blue Neopaint. His owner, sweet_angel, tucked him into bed that night as she always did. Once she had read him his favourite Faerie Tale, she kissed him and said, “Now make sure you stay in your bed tonight, don’t go walking into your sister’s bedroom and waking her up.”

Lydia was a Cloud Quiggle, Franky’s younger sister. She was fairly annoyed with her bedroom, even though her walls had been painted a “Peaches and Cream” colour. The door would never stay shut properly. Just as she was about to go to bed, she had an idea. “I’m just a genius,” she said to herself proudly, and went to bed.

In the early hours, about 2 am NST, Lydia could feel someone rocking her. “Whaa? Mom?” Lydia opened her eyes, feeling rather sleepy and irritated. “Oh. It’s you. Go to bed. You’re sleepwalking,” she told Franky, who was shaking her, by her bedside. “Get up Lyddie. Please get up,” he muttered. He even seemed to glow like Lyddie’s best friend, Gordon, a glowing Meerca. The eerie glow lit up Lydia’s room, and she pulled her blanket over her head.

“No... go away... I’m sleepy...” Lydia muttered in her sleep. “Something’s burning!” Franky said loudly. “Get up now!” Lydia groaned, and sat up, reaching for her lamp beside her bed. Her fingers found the switch, but when it clicked, nothing happened. Then something sent an icicle running down to her stomach – she smelt smoke. “Mommy!! Mommy!” they screamed. Sweet_angel woke up immediately, smelling the smoke and hearing their screams.

Lydia stared around in the darkness of her room, searching for Franky, but he wasn’t there. However, her owner had taught and practiced with them for something like this many times. Dropping to her hands and feet, Lydia crawled quickly to her closed door to see if it was hot. Finding that it wasn’t, she tried to open the door, and she remembered how she had placed her Plastic Butter Knife in the crack to keep it shut. She took it out and threw it onto her bed and ran to the garden.

In a few seconds, Lydia and Franky and their owner met at their NeoHome garden, which smelt fragrant due to the Black Roses and Mongodols Lydia had planted herself that week. “My sleepwalker. Thank goodness you alerted me, coming into my room. Good thing that you alerted your sis, too,” sweet_angel praised Franky.

“But why didn’t the smoke alarms go off?” Lydia asked her owner. “The painters deactivated them whilst painting our NeoHome, honey,” sweet_angel hugged her pets. “Now who wants some Hot Burnumups?”

“Mom!” Franky and Lyddie laughed. Then she remembered the screwdriver – how had Franky gotten into her room? And how had he left and replaced the butter knife behind him, when she was going to pull it out a moment later? Her window was still locked and shut. Only someone who could actually move through a closed door like a ghost could have gotten into or out of her room. With wide eyes, Lyddie stared at her brother, but he just laughed, and laughed, and laughed....

The End

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