Ch.1 A New Begining Part 1. Scary Thoughts
Sol, a 19 year-old New Yorker, is having scary dreams, that are somewhat coming to life. Will he be able to live through this frightful experience, or will he pass in the begining?
I was sprawled out lazily on the couch that was in my apartment. As I lay there, falling into what felt like a deep ralaxing trance, coming closer and closer with every moment, into deep sleep. My gray and black tail was wrapping itself around my leg, which was slightly turning me on. Seconds before my wonderful, deep trance, there was a knock on the door.
"Are you serious," I said under my breath. I slowley got up, walking to the door slower then I could imagine. "who could possibly be here this fucking late?" I looked out the peephole and saw nobody there. Opening the door, slowley poking my head out the doorway.
"Hello," I said in a soft voice. "hello?" I said a second time, still no answer. Closing the door I turned and screamed, falling to the floor.
"You've been a very, very naughty little boy Sol." The man who talked had a very deep hoarse voice. He was wearing a hooded black robe, so his face was hidden. I could tell by the look of his feet and tail, he was a tiger.
"Who are you?" I asked, out of breath, still scared from the event that happened moments before.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that your grave will be right here, die you worthless dog!" As he shouted those words, he pulled out a steel knife. He vigorously jabbed the knife into my skin, making the fur around the deep wound soak in my own dark red blood.
Seconds after, I awoke with a throbbing feeling in my side. To scared to look at the wound that lay before me, I just lay there, silent and shaking. Finally getting enough courage to look at the wound, I lifted my shirt. There was no wound, only a searing pain, and a rip in my favorite shirt.
"What's happening to me," I said in a very soft voice, making sure none of my temporary neighbors could hear me through the thin walls. "am I going insane?"