The New Year’s fireworks tore Sammy out of his nightmare; there’d been a monster under his bed. It had been black and slimy, with a muzzle that hid three rows of curved, white fangs, and it had wanted to eat him.
Sammy snuggled closer into his pillows, clutching his fluffy Pooh Bear to his skinny chest. He thought about calling out for his mommy, but the dream’s fright was already fading. The popping, crackling noises the monster had made were those of the distant fireworks outside his window – not from underneath his bed. That meant he’d been dreaming and the monster wasn’t real.
It had just been a dream. Continue reading “Timeline of the Surge – The First Night”