Chapter 1
In the old town of little Hamelin nothing remotely interesting happened: not to the run down town or the people that lived in it.
On Cover’s Street the pub’s regulars drank their usual Tuesday beer, oblivious to the creature that sat perched upon the roof.
It’s eyes were as wide as saucers, purple and glinting in the dark making them glow - giving them an even more sinister look.
It’s teeth were gnarled and yellow just like it’s balding head where a few strands of black hair were slicked back.
Back hunched; claws gripping onto the rough surface of the mould roof. It wore no clothes as its body was already protected by dark fur.
It was searching.
For what I do not know but its thin lips crept into a smile, extending it’s wings, that were as vast as it’s body, the beast took off and soared through the dark sky.
In search of it’s master.
Andy sat up in his bed, gasping for air as he squinted in the
darkness. He scrambled for his glasses in the darkness - the only light source coming from the moon.
He slid on his coke bottle glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose whilst sitting up. This was the third dream he had this week of that creature, just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.
He slipped his feet out of his bed, slipping his feet into his slippers before he walked softly out of his room and towards the steps.
He could hear his mum’s soft snores before it went silent making him freeze. He heard her grunt and mumble before snoring again.
A soft sigh passed through his open lips as he crept down the stairs.
Andrew often had these nightmares. Strange creatures with twisted gnarled faces; torturing children as they pleased. A grimace settled onto his face.
In the morning Andy would have another day of middle school awaiting him - bullies and all. He ran a hand down his drenched face, grabbing a bottle of water before he trudged back up the stairs to his awaiting room.
