When it all started
This was James first day as a junior in high school. He lived in a small home with three rooms one for his parents the others for himself and sister. His room was quaint but he liked it just the same, with a twin bed and a desk which he loved to play computer games on. He was dreading the next day and wanted it never to come. Homework had never been fun for him and he still wanted to have his summer. Half an hour later of trying to stay up he couldn't stay up anymore the room was pitch black and his eyes were getting watery, he got off of his chair and fumbled to get to his bed. He climbed into his bed and fell asleep instantly...
His dream started off like any other, he was eating cereal with his family it was the first day of school and he had woken up at six a.m, his mom had blond hair and terrible bedhead with curls going every which way and her hair seemed to be puffier than normal. His father had gotten ready already and he seemed to be in a rush to get to work, his sister, however, was still sleeping and screaming in her sleep, which is what he called it but it was her form of snoring. As he was putting the spoon into the cereal, the milk seemed to shake spilling off the side making his cereal box meet the floor violently sending all the cereal across the floor. He looked at his parents in utter disbelief of what was happening, they seemed to be in a weird position with there heads down to the floor and there arms flat, his mothers face covered with her hair and all James could see of his father was the back of his head. "Wh- what are you guys doing? What's happening right now? " he screamed fighting to get the words out of his mouth.. The only thing that looked like it was moving was the table, it seemed to have been levitating now a little bit off the ground. That was when he heard something that sent a tingle down his spine, making him unable to move this was all too much to take in. What he heard was his sister laughing, but this sounded like someone else, someone with a much raspier voice and evil which wasn't the same as his sisters which had been a cross between a snort and a high pitched giggle. He finally got the courage to turn his head around for what seemed like ten minutes, he finally saw her, his sister but it wasn't exactly her. Her arms were arched above her head unnaturally as if they were broken. Her teeth were seemed to be stained with blood and her eyes were on the floor. The blood was trickling down her chin like tears, laughing endlessly. James fell off his chair and the table fell back down to the ground sounding as if it broke the floor. His sister had horns which were starting to surface out of her head ripping the skin on top of her head but she didn't seem to feel it. The horns were tall and a dark red which arched downward..that's when he heard his mother laugh into his ear and fingernails etching into his back...
