The sound of Scott Wolfman's battery powered toothbrush could be heard throughout the halls of his house. He spit and placed the toothbrush in its stand. He walked back to his room an closed the door behind him. His room was like that of any other 14 year old boy. Curtains pulled down so it was completely dark. Video games and Dvd's sprawled out everywhere. Clothes he had worn a week ago and still not washed lay in a pile in the corner. Band posters lined the walls.
Scott yawned walked over to his unmade bed. He had school the next day, and need to get his rest. He wore blue pajama bottoms with polar bears on them, and a gray t-shirt. He burrowed under his covers and slowly went to sleep.
He had the strangest dream that night. But it seemed so real, he could've sworn it was.
He was running through a forest, the moonlight shining through the spots between the leaves. As he was running, he saw things differently. He could hear things that he couldn't see, almost like they were far away from them. His nose was going wild. He could smell all these smells, but knew what they were at the slightest sniff. Another odd thing: He was running on all fours....like a dog.
He turned and ran to his right, following a certain smell. He didn't know why, but he loved the smell. He wanted more of it. He wanted to taste it. He jumped up into the air and came down on an animal. It was a rabbit, swuirming to get out of Scott's hands. He wouldn't let it go. He wanted it. Most of all, he wanted to taste it.
His teeth sunk into the rabbit's stomach, blood flowing into his mouth, succulent meant tantalizing his pallet.
Scott shot awake, he was breathing heavily from the dream. It was really intense. He yawned and looked at his clock: 6:30. Holy Crap! He overslept! He flew out of bed and grabbed some clothes, flying into the shower and getting dressed.
Scott walked down the stairs of his house with his blue sling bag over his shoulder. He was wearing jeans, sneakers, a blue t-shirt, and a long sleeved white t-shirt undeanth it. His silver whale necklace hung from his neck.
"Well, good morning sleepy head!" His mother said. As usual, she was the most energetic of the family in the morning.
"Yeahheymomijustgongotoskoonowkbye." Was all Scott said in one big yawn.
"Whoa there, morning glory. You're not leaving without some breakfast." Scott looked down at his stomach, but he wasn't hungry. There was no rumbling, no pain. In fact, he was rather full. "Nah, I'm not hungry. See you after school, mom." Scott waved and walked toward the front door. He opened it, and surprisingly, it was unlocked. They usually lock the doors before going to bed, and Scott was the first to leave the house in thr morning. "Mom! You left the door unlocked!"
Scott opened the door and then noticed something. There were claw marks on the side of the door. Small, but still noticeable. Then Scott remembered something about his dream: He had come in through the front door in his dream, after he attacked the rabbit.
"Weird." Scott closed the door and headed for the bus.
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