He couldn't sleep. What was the point of sleep again? The eleven year old had, had another nightmare about the stupid hag again. Honestly the boy was surprised that he hadn't woken up his dormmates when he had yelled or maybe he did wake them up? He had ran so fast out of the dorm and to the indoor garden that he didn't even have time to see if he had woken them up.

At this point Bradson didn't care if he had woken people up from his screams. He was sick of these nightmares but he was also sick of having to look over his should every second or two. He was becoming paranoid. He had a feeling that the hag was somewhere in this castle but he didn't know where. He knew that she would be after him.