Status: Finished! Just a quick horror short story, based loosely on a nightmare my older brother had when he was quite young.

Walker

Jamie Farren is mostly a good kid. He more or less does what his parents tell him to, he makes good grades in school, and he goes to bed when he's told to. However, nothing comes between him and his action figures. After getting straight A's on his first report card for first grade, Jamie is allowed to pick out a few new action figures as a reward, but he leaves them in the car accidentally when he gets home and doesn't realize this until long after it's time for him to go to bed. He resolves to sneak out to the car and get them, as he won't be able to sleep without them, but action figures aren't all he finds lurking out there in the middle of the night...