Just a few weeks ago, I encountered a disturbing, repeating experience that makes my stomach churn when I think about it. One night, I was lying in the dark, but my body wouldn't let me sleep. I tossed and turned, eager to plunge into the peaceful silence of sleep. My eyes were drooping ever so slightly, and, as if far away, I heard the cracking of my door. Reality jerked me awake, and the growing crack of the door opening freaked me out a little.My parents were gone for a month, and my adult sister Arianna slowly inch into my room.Her eyes were closed, yet sometimes fluttered open a little.She finally made it in the darkness, holding something shiny and metalic. I could tell she was sleepwalking. As she got closer to my bed,I saw she was holding a knife.I felt if my heart had dropped had dropped in my stomach.I couldn't wake her up,because that could kill her.instead, I slowly and quietly crawled out of my bed,and into the corner of my room. She very slowly,got to the foot at the bed,and stood thcere for a while,before she stabbed the knife in the mattress.She tugged the blade out of my bed,and very slowly,walked out of the room.
I stood at the corner of my room for a while, too paralyzed to even move,but after a few minutes,I gathered up as much courage as possible and lied on my bed,not sleeping for the whole night. The next morning,Arianna seemed her normal self,happily chatting away about her job,with no memory of that night. She told me I looked ill. and made me stay home from school. Pretty little thirteen year old girls like you need their beauty sleep,she joked cheerfully.I smiled weakly,but didn't tell her I was more afraid to fall asleep at the moment than death.When she left for work,I set a kitchenn timer for twenty minutes,and slept in shifts,until I heard my sister open the door.