Scott woke up with a start. He had a terrible nightmare. Well, it wasn’t exactly your ordinary nightmare, with vampires, ghosts, or even your Aunt Ida. Scott saw a girl. Scary, eh? To Scott, it was. The girl was after him. He grabbed his best friend’s hand and dragged her away from the demon’s grasp.
Sheena screamed, burying her head in Scott’s chest. The girl laughed evilly.
“You,” she had said, her twisted finger pointed at Sheena, “are dead.” Then she lunged at her.
Sheena screamed.
Beads of sweat dropped from Scott’s forehead to the light blue blanket, tangled in a heap around his legs. He glanced around the dark room. He held his breath. His door was opened. He had left it shut, because Dave’s snoring was too loud. Scott got up from his bed, and slowly inched to the door. Across the room, he could see Clint, sleeping peacefully.
A creak made Scott’s skin tingled. He took his baseball bat, and slowly walked out the door, his arms and hands trembling slightly. He could hear Dave’s snoring, and smiled slightly. His smile faded when he heard a creak, followed by another creak. Scott clutched the bat tightly, holding it like a professional baseball player, getting ready to hit the ball way out of the park. He walked out of his room and into the hall. As he turned around the corner…
“SCOTT!” A voice screamed, as cold water splashed across his face, damping his long hair, his T-shirt and Shorts.
“Scott?” the voice asked again.
That was when Scott realized that his eyes were tightly shut. He forced his eyes to open. Also wet as well, he saw Bob, holding an empty cup in his hand, a terrified look plastered on his face.
“Bob!” Scott gasped.
“You scared the crap out of me!” Bob cried.
“I’m so sorry!” Scott gasped, falling back against the wall.
“Oh my god.” Bob pressed his hand to his chest. “I think I’m having a heart attack.” He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “Err…Scott?”
“Hmmm?” Scott asked.
“What’s with the bat?” Bob pointed to Scott’s hand, which still clutched the baseball bat.
“Oh, I thought you were a burglar.” Scott lied, averting his eyes.
Bob looked at Scott closely. “You’re lying. Tell me the truth.”
Scott sighed, turned away, and said nothing.
“Now.” Bob said. “The truth.”
Scott looked down at his feet.
“Look at me!” Bob ordered.
Scott could feel Bob’s eyes on him, and he knew that he shouldn’t keep anything from him. Scott looked up, and told Bob about his dream…
