Scott looked at Dave he was gasping for breath. Scott gasped when he took a look at Dave’s neck. It was red, scratched and bleeding.
“Bob!” Scott cried, aiming the flashlight more closely at Dave’s neck. Clearly, it was bleeding.
“Bob, get me a towel! Hurry! Dave is bleeding! Clint, go with him! HURRY!”
“Bob and Clint ran out of the room, and into the hall closet. Bob grabbed two towels while Clint searched for more flashlights. Bob ran back into his room first, handing Scott the towels. Scott quickly pressed the towel against Dave’s throat, not too hard, but enough pressure.
“Dave, can you hear me?” Scott asked his little brother.
“Yes Scott.” Dave answered. “I feel really dizzy.” His eyelids fluttered.
“Dave, stay with me.” Scott urged.
“I’ll try.” Dave murmured.
Scott looked up at Bob. “Where is Clint?” he asked, alarmed.
“He’s getting flashlights.” Bob answered.
“Go back to him. Don’t leave him alone.”
Bob obeyed, and ran back out the door. That was when Scott heard a scream.
Scott scooped Dave up in his arms and ran out the door. Bob was by Clint, who was lying on the ground.
“What happened?” bob asked Clint.
Clint groaned. “Someone jumped me. Thanks a lot Bob.”
“I didn’t do it!” Bob cried. “I was with Scott.”
“It’s true.” Scott answered, putting Dave down on the floor. Scott looked around. “It’s not safe in here. Let’s get out of here.”
Scott scooped Dave back up in his arms, while Bob helped Clint up. Together they walked downstairs. Bob tried all the doors: the front door, the back door, the side door and the garage door. They wouldn’t budge.
“We’re locked in.” Bob said.
“Oh crap.” Scott replied. He looked down at Dave. His brother’s eyes stared back at him, frightened.
“What are we gonna do?” Dave asked. His bleeding had stopped, and his neck was just sore. “Uh, you could put me down.”
“I wonder what made the bleeding stop…” said Clint.
“Faith.”
~*~*~
“We’re being attacked by something…” Bob thought out loud, while sitting in the living room with his brothers.
“NO DUH!” said Clint.
“I’m tired.” Dave groaned, rubbing his eyes.
“I am too.” Scott said.
“We could take turns sleeping.” Suggested Dave. “Scott, you go first.”
“Ok.” Scott closed his eyes. Clint placed a blanket on top of him.
Dave walked over to the phone and picked it up. “Oh shoot.” He hung up the phone, and looked at Bob and Clint. “He killed the phone line. Somehow, we have to get Sheena’s attention.”
Sheena Lent is Scott’s best friend, and she lives across the street from the boys.
~*~*~
Scott ran down the dark alley, the girl was following him. She was holding a puppet. A dummy.
“Wait!” the girl cried. “I must talk to you.” The girl’s voice was soft.
Scott slowly walked to the girl.
“My name is Lara.” The girl whispered.
“Hi.” Scott looked at the dummy. “Are you a ventriloquist?”
“No. I just own Sid. Actually, Sid owns my arm.” Lara looked at Scott. “Be careful, of Sid.”
“What do you mean?” Scott asked.
“Be careful!” Lara cried.
Suddenly, Sid shot out from Lara’s hand, and tackled Scott to the ground. For something that size, Scott realized, it had the strength of a grown man. Sid looked at Scott with evil eyes. Scott gasped. Sid’s hand reached in his own pocket and took something out. Scott gasped again when he saw what Sid took out—a knife.
~*~*~
Scott screamed. He kicked, punched his attacker with all his might.
“He’s having a nightmare!”
“Go get a cup of cold water!”
“Oww! Stop it Scott!”
Cold water splashed Scott’s face, and he woke up with a start.
“Oh my god.” Scott gasped, using his T-shirt to wipe away his sweat, and the water.
“Scott?” Dave asked. “Are you ok?”
“Killer nightmare.” Scott shivered.
“Tell us about it.” Bob said.
Scott took a deep breath, and began telling the others about his terrifying nightmare.
“This is really starting to freak me out.” Clint said.
“Wait, Dave, when that ‘Thing’ attacked you, how big was it?” Bob asked.
“Not that big. It’s like a toddler, but with the strength of a grown man.” Dave replied.
Scott’s skin tingled.
“Actually, you know, the ‘Thing’ that attacked me in the hall?” Clint asked.
The rest of the guys nodded slowly.
“It was strong. That’s how I got knocked out. I practically took a blow.”
Scott took a deep breath. “The dummy.” He whispered.
“What?” Bob asked.
“We’re being attacked by the dummy, Sid.”
“No way.” Clint said. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“The girl, Lara told me, in my dream, to be careful of Sid, and Sid is a dummy. We got attacked by the same person, I’m sure of it.”
“The could be true.” Said Dave. “All of us got attacked, either in real life, or in a dream…except Bob.”
All eyes turned to Bob, who looked as terrified as everyone else.
Just then, the lights flickered on.
“The lights are back!” said Clint.
“Wait a minute.” Said Dave.
“What?” Scott asked.
“I was the last one to go up to bed.” Dave said.
“So?” asked Clint.
“I turned off the light before I went upstairs, and none of us touched the light switch when we came downstairs.”
