Bad Dream at the Kalinov Manor

Armilde Kalinov lay in her bed, tossing and turning. She couldn't sleep. She had had a bad dream.
In her dream, she was in the Kalinov Manor, the old house where her family had lived for generations. It was a dark and stormy night, and the wind was howling outside.
Armilde was alone in the big house. She could hear strange noises coming from the attic. She was scared, but she didn't know what to do.
She got out of bed and went to the attic door. She opened it slowly and peeked inside.
The attic was dark and dusty. Armilde could see cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. She could hear something moving in the shadows.
Armilde took a deep breath and stepped into the attic. She could see a figure standing in the corner.
The figure was tall and thin, with long black hair. It was wearing a white dress that was stained with blood.
Armilde gasped and tried to run, but the figure grabbed her arm.
The figure pulled Armilde closer. She could see its face. It was the face of her mother.
Armilde's mother was dead. She had died when Armilde was a little girl.
"Why?" Armilde whispered. "Why are you here?"
Her mother's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I'm here to take you with me," she said.
Armilde screamed and tried to pull away, but her mother was too strong.
Armilde's mother dragged her to the edge of the attic. She could see the ground far below.
Her mother held Armilde over the edge. "Goodbye, my daughter," she said.
Armilde closed her eyes and waited for the end.
But then she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes and saw her father standing there.
Her father pulled her away from the edge. He held her close and comforted her.
"It's okay," he said. "I'm here. I'll protect you."
Armilde's father took her back to her bedroom. He tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead.
"Sleep well," he said. "I'll be here if you need me."
Armilde closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. She was safe now. Her father was there to protect her.
The next morning, Armilde woke up feeling scared but also relieved. She knew that her mother was gone, but she also knew that her father would always be there for her.
Armilde got out of bed and went to the kitchen. Her father was sitting at the table, drinking coffee.
Armilde sat down next to him. "I had a bad dream," she said.
Her father nodded. "I know," he said. "I was there."
Armilde smiled. "Thank you for saving me," she said.
Her father smiled back. "You're welcome," he said. "I'm always here for you."
Armilde and her father finished their coffee. Then they went outside to play in the snow.
Armilde was happy to be home with her father. She knew that he would always be there to protect her, no matter what.