Prologue

   Being chased through the streets,  she screamed out in horror. The creature sprinted towards her, craving for her flesh. She turned around, and it had vanished. She stoped, relieved. The next second, blood sprayed on the alley walls. The beast feasts.

Chapter one

   "We are here today to honor the life of Eleanor Rooche, a mother to three, a loyal wife, and a friend of us all. Why would God take her away from us, if not for the greater good. Let us hope her soul is safe and happy with God." Shouted the preach, trying to reach the corners of the temple.

   "How did my mom stand that guy?" asked Dennis, Eleanor's son."How did she date him?" "That's what you're missing," whispered Dennis' friend, Bobby. "She clearly didn't  stand him. That's why he lives in a one bath, one bed apartment and eats off brand frosted flakes." Dennis choked, holding back a snicker.

    "Now, would anyone else like to speak?" Yelled the priest, still in a monotone voice. Dennis  shot up his hand, being one in many to do so. "Why don't we hear from Eleanor's eldest son, Mr. Dennis. 

"Dennis stumbled up, as the choir glared at him, still angry he had quit singing five years ago. "My mother," Dennis sighed. "Was one of the best people I know. As we all know, my mom was the owner of Ellie's enjoyable farm, which sold fruit, vegetables, and animal products. This made her a local celebrity, so it's no surprise that she was brutally murdered. Okay, who was it? Was it you Mr.Harold? You're a rancher, and you've disliked, if not hated, our fa-" 

"OKAY," interrupted the priest, "thank you Mr.Dennis, please get off the stage. As Dennis was shoved off the stage, Bobby winced. Oddly enough, Dennis' uncle had died during an earthquake that had happened a few days ago.He had hoped that Dennis wouldn't react the same way he did at his uncle's funeral, but Bobby knew that Dennis would still react like this.

    "Two in a week," Dennis muttered. "Next thing I know, I'll end up in Norway with some random creep."  

"It won't be THAT bad." Reassured Bobby. "I bet the worst case scenario will be that you'll have to live with me."

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Dennis then groaned at this idea. He had been to Bobby's house, and it was a disaster. Not only were there pudding stains on the floor, walls, and somehow even the roof, which Dennis still hadn't figured out, some animal wandered into his house every week. Also, everyone at Bobby's house was either sleeping, or they had passed out.

  "Thank you all for speaking," bellowed the Priest. "Please walk towards the west entrance, and we hope to see you all next Sunday. This week, though, we do have a routine check on the church."

    Daniel and Bobby sprinted out of the temple, both worrying about Priest Selam, the one who spoke at the funerals, trying to convince. Them to get baptized.

"I thought you went to church." Panted Dennis. 

"I do, but I only go because my mom threatens to take my sugar privileges away if I don't go." Informed Bobby. The two strolled down the street, chatting until the road split. 

"See you in science class!" Dennis Yelled. Bobby waved goodbye and turned away from Dennis. 

   As Dennis arrived home, he was immediately attacked by his little sister, who was too young to stay quiet at a funeral. Dennis recuperated from this ambush, swiftly whipping up some mac-n'-cheese for his sister to eat so that she wouldn't dig through his room. 

   Fortunately, he kept all his books inside his bed. This made it very uncomfortable, but at least she didn't find Dennis' copies of 'The Shining' or 'IT'. Once Dennis' younger sister, Shella, was under wraps, Dennis moped to his bed, pulling out a book to drown himself in. After that didn't work, Dennis limped back outside grabbing the melatonin. 

 "May I have some candy too?" Whined Shella.

"It's not candy," clarified Dennis. "And it was given to me by the doctor for my sleep deprivation." 

"I want sweep depwacation." Babbled Shella. 

   Dennis shut the door in the girl's face and collapsed in his bed. Seconds later, it was black. 

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    Bobby jogged into the house, panting.

"Sorry mom! The funeral was today." Apologized Bobby. "Mom? A-are you home?" As Bobby sneaked through the house he saw and felt a disturbing presence. The brown pudding stains were red, the window was smashed, the lights weren't working, and the floor was broken up. A growling noise echoed from the kitchen, as well as chewing. It seemed like something ripped out of a horror novel. That's what it was. Bobby was just asleep in his bed, with a full stomach and a smile on his face. This was just a nightmare from all of Dennis' books. He just had to walk into the kitchen and he would wake up. 

    As Bobby inched towards the kitchen he smiled and shut his eyes. As the beast leaped on him, shredding his body apart, Bobby thought to himself, "I hope my next dream is happy."

As the beast ripped apart his hippocampus, Bobby got an eternal good dream.