to their town, Blanding. Kat would have loved it, thought Carla, its too bad shes gone. Katrina Gilmore had disappeared three months earlier. Her body had not been found so the police had concluded that she had run away. Carla didnt think that Kat had run away. She thought something had happened to her. She just didnt know what. At the end of the day, Pamela and Sandra met with Carla. They were still talking about Nightmare Park. Hey, Sandra had an idea, why dont you two stay over at my house tomorrow night? That way we can go to Nightmare Park together. Sure, Pamela was excited. Listen, guys, can we go somewhere where we can talk in private? Carla asked. She had made up her mind; she was going to tell them about her dreams. Sure, we can go to my house, said Pamela. All right, were here, its private, whats wrong? asked Sandra, flopping down on Pamelas bed. Well, Carla hesitated. Yes-asked Pamela. Do you ever have nightmares? Well, of course, Pamela said. What else are we going to Nightmare Park to get? No! Carla said. I mean real ones where you wake up drenched in sweat, scared out of your wits and you try to tell yourself it was just a dream, but you cant because it seemed too real? Frankly, no Pamela answered. Me neither, Sandra agreed, Im guessing you do. Well, its just this one dream. I have it occasionally on and off, Carla started. Yes? prompted Pamela. It always starts out with me entering a maze. As I walk through the maze, all sorts of monsters and ghosts jump out at me. Once there was a vampire and another time a green swamp monster. The swamp monster was slimy and smelt like decay. Usually I see the light from the exit and start running towards it but it moves away from me, further and further back. That doesnt sound that bad, Pamela commented. But it seems so real, Carla continued, as Im running towards the exit, all the monsters and ghosts chase me. They gain on me and I can feel the monsters breath on my back and the cold ...
