Preface

By Benjamin Thomson

It must have been around 3:30 am by the time I got home that night. I knew dad wouldn’t be home, and I hadn’t slept in ages!

I dragged my feet and crawled onto my bed, only bothering to take off my jeans before getting in it. The green around me helped me to fall asleep just shortly after getting in bed. They always say green relaxes people, right?

I woke up from a massive fall. I opened my eyes widely from the floor, wondering why I’d leaped so high and far from where I’d been sleeping. It was already morning, and as I had forgotten to close the curtains –like I usually do-, the light blinded me for a few seconds. You’d obviously expect the sparkles to go away after a minute or two; but they wouldn’t, so I reached out for my sunglasses –that were on the side table- and put them on.

“HOLLY SHIT!” I exclaimed as I leaped back again. IT WASN’T THE SUNLIGHT! IT WAS—IT WAS A DUDE! He was shining! Glowing, sparking! LITERALLY!

All of the sudden, he wasn’t there.
I stood up quickly, to look around, and there he was, grinning at me. I took a step back, wondering what on earth the dude was doing in my room, and who the hell he was. And I felt the mattress against my bare back— MY BARE BACK!?

“HOLLY—!”

But it was too late. The dude was on me, covering my mouth. His hand was as cold as ice. I tried to push him off, but he didn’t even move –and I ended up hurting my fist-. I saw my shirt now on the floor a few meters away from the bed, and I am sure my colours started to fade in terror until I was almost as pale as this dude. I saw him whispering stuff –way too fast for me to understand—, and then quickly press his lips against my neck.