Chapter 3

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The next time I wake up, I'm at home again. I don't remember anything that happened. I see my wife on the edge of the bed, but it's actually her this time. I look around. It's just me and her. " what happened"? I ask. " it's a long story". She tells me. I need to know what happened, but I don't tell her this. I just close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

When I wake up again it is night and my wife is nowhere in sight. I get up, slowly this time to not get hurt or so no one hears. I am sore for lying down for so long. I walk slowly down the stairs and see a troubling sight. The police are in the house and my wife is on the couch answering questions. They don't notice me so I hide behind the wall and listen to the conversation. " Well, he went rigid when Bob almost shot her. He just fell to the ground and when I woke him up, he was kinda crying." I realize that they are talking about when we finally found Rosanne but she was, well, turned into some sort of beast. " we will see what we can do to get her back Mrs. Henshaw." " just don't kill her,please"? The cops walked out the door. I heard my wife get up and I tried to get back to my bed before she realized I was missing. When I got into bed, I drifted off to sleep before she came in.

" Dad, where's grandpa, he should be back, right?" "Yes son, he should be back, but give him time OK"? "OK papa". fifteen minutes later and he still wasn't back. "OK son, are coming with me to look for grandpa"? "Yes I would like to come"! We walked the exact same way he did, and when we got to the place where he was supposed to be cutting wood, we saw a pile of blood and a shock of black hair coming from behind a tree. "Stay here, OK?" my father whispered to me. "OK", I whispered back. He slowly walked to the tree. When he was near enough to look around, he froze, and slowly started to walk back. He snapped a twig. "RUN"! He yelled, petrified. And I did what I was told. I ran for my life like nothing mattered. Then I heard a piercing scream. I dared to turn around. And that's when I saw the worst thing ever. I saw someone in a black tuxedo, with piercing white eyes go down my fathers throat and saw my father look at me with the same piercing white eyes as the man with the tuxedo. Then, he ran at me with blinding speed. I ran, my eyes full of fear. Then I heard a "BOOM". I turned around and saw my mother with our shotgun in her hands, i looked at my dad in time to see the man sweep out of him and rise up into the sky. My father had a hole in his side. I looked at my mother and saw tears running down her cheeks. She looked at me and said, " there was no saving him. I am so sorry". I looked at her and nodded. She took me by my hand and led me to our neighbor. She told them everything and looked at me. " I have to go, but I will always look after you, OK"? I looked up and nodded. Then she let go of my hand and slowly rose up, away into the heavens. I sat down and bawled, wishing my parents were here. The clerk at the front desk came running. "I heard some bangs, you guys OK"? Then he looked up and saw the dead body. "Oh my god", he whispered. He picked me up and slowly walked back to the front of the forest. "Where's your mom"?, he asked. "She's up in heaven", I tell him. "Oh". He takes me to the local orphanage and signs me in. In less then a hour, I'm with a really nice family who takes care of me for my whole ---

"Gasp"! I wake with a start. I haven't had that dream in 10 years, so for it to come back to me like this, it scares me. I doze off again.

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