I was never afraid of anything when we lived in the city, but now we live on a farm.

At night when the lights go out, I get scared, because I can hear a nightmare in the attic right above my head.

It doesn't seem to bother Mom and Dad.

Thet say it's probably mice.

But it sounds too big to be mice.

I decided to lasso that nightmare and bring it down to show them.

I'd just be brave and sneak quietly into the attic with my lasso ready.

It wasn't there.

But I noticed a bunch of toys I thought were lost lying in a pile behind some boxes.

Something weird was going on for sure.

Then I heard it creeping up the stairs.

There it was, standing in front of me with my brand-new teddy bear it had just stolen from my room.

"Hey," I called. "That's my teddy bear! Give it to me!"

But the nightmare tried to sneak back down the stairs.

So I chased it.

Then I lassoed it.

It was hugging my bear as hard as it could.

"Be careful, Nightmare," I said, "or you'll rip my bear."

I tried to get my bear back, but it wouldn't let go.

So I pulled it down the hall to my parents' room.

I flipped on the lights to show them the nightmare I captured.

I was sure they would be amazed.

But nightmares are very tricky, and sometimes they just slip away.

I'll just have to get my bear back tomorrow.