After that, Mark asked his friends, "Is this a coincidence, or is there something causing these disturbing nightmares?" Then Sarah spoke in a low voice: "My friends, I am scared, very scared. What is the story?"
These nightmares repeated every night, and each nightmare was more terrifying than the previous one, and she was trembling with fear as she spoke to her friends. Then Teddy entered, trying to console her, saying: "Don't be afraid, these nightmares will end soon. Don't worry and don't exhaust yourself."
Mark interrupted her, saying, "I have to go home now. We will talk about these nightmares tomorrow." Then he bid his friends goodbye and left quickly.
On the way home, he was still thinking about those nightmares and could not forget them. Then he suddenly saw the same crimson balloon near the public park. He said to himself, "Because I think so much about these nightmares, I see the balloon in front of me." He approached it, then it disappeared automatically. He felt fear and anxiety, then ran quickly to the house, sweating.
He was running fast until he reached the house and was knocking on the door hard. His mother was very scared; she opened the door and saw Mark very frightened. She said to him: "Tell me what happened to you, why are you this scared?"
Mark did not answer his mother's question. His mother tried to comfort him and calm him a little, but he was scared and crying a lot. Then he lost consciousness and fainted. His mother carried him, worried and afraid, and put him on his bed. Then she called his father to tell him everything that had happened to their son Mark.
His father said in a worried voice: "I am coming home now." Mark's father quickly hung up the phone, then said to his friend Steve: "Excuse me, I have to go home; my son Mark is not in a good condition. Can you inform the manager?"
His friend Steve replied: "Don't worry, you can count on me."
Then he went out, got into his car, started it, and headed quickly toward the house, thinking a lot about his son and fearing for him. Mark's father called to ask about his condition. He was told that he was still sleeping and had not woken up yet, but he was not told everything Mark was going through.
Mark was dreaming a terrifying nightmare: he dreamed that he was the only person in the world, and all people had been killed brutally by aliens, and that the Earth had been occupied by aliens.
Mark saw creatures of a greenish-gray color, with laser guns that turned anyone they hit into ashes, creatures with large heads and bodies similar to human bodies, and some of them liked to eat humans and enslave them.
Mark was scared and looking for a place to hide, but he could not find one. He saw people turning to ashes, and people eaten by merciless creatures, with long and frightening fangs, and blood in every corner and place. Mark heard the screams of people asking for help.
Mark did not know what to do among the rubble, the damaged city, the people's screams, and the blood. His fear increased so much that he could not breathe properly. There was something trying to strangle him, and he felt extreme tension, anxiety, and panic attacks. He did not know what to do, so he began to cry.
While he was crying, he heard the same strange laughter. Mark stopped crying when he heard that laughter, wiped his tears, and tried to find the owner of all this laughter, but he never found it. The laughter began to increase, then suddenly calmed.
He woke up to his mother's voice saying to him: "Are you okay, my dear son?" He tried to speak, but he could not; his voice suddenly disappeared. His mother told him to lie down on the bed and sleep, hoping he would feel better.
Mark looked at his mother and cried again; he could not speak, but his mother understood that he wanted to say: "I want you to stay by my side and not leave."
At that moment, his father arrived quickly, calling for Mark, and his wife told him that he had now woken up, but he could not speak.
Mark's father said: "What do you think about carrying him and going to the hospital?"
His wife replied: "Okay." They placed him gently on the back seat of the car, then headed to the hospital.
Mark's father asked his wife about his condition when he arrived home, and she told him: "His face was pale, as if he had seen a ghost. The first scary thing, I was trying to calm him and reassure him, but he lost consciousness and fell to the ground. I carried him and put him on his bed, then called you."