Night Terror is the personification of the fears created within the mind of a child. My night terror came to me as a child living in a cult. It was certainly a dreadful time for a kid. The monsters that came to me in the night vividly occupied my mind and I occasionally felt their claws physically touch my skin. My only defense was to turn the unearthly beasts into allies. Creatures of the night that sat in my windowsill, growled from under the bed, morphed from the walls, or slithered out of the closet became my protectors. The ferocious dragons, ghastly ghouls, and other monstrous sorts comforted me in times of horrid abuse upon my mind and body. The beasts were my guardian angels that saved me from many other terrible things in the cult.

The Night Terror, sitting on the windowsill, was no longer a threat. Night Terror brought light into my life as did many other creatures that once frightened the wits out of me. Bullies, predators, and mean people had no power over me. Invincibility, confidence, and hope dug claws into me.