I woke up with cold sweat on my chest and my head. I looked out my window. No. That can't be right. I blinked once. Twice. I still could see him. Death. As he approached me I backed against the wall. He punched through my window and came In. "Go away... GO!" He persisted to approach IDIOT! DEATH WON'T LEAVE. HE'S DEATH! I frantically searched the shelf beneath my black scaffolding bed. Aerosol.Yup! I threw the aerosol at his eye, but it just exploded. So now in the burning rubble of my demon ridden house I stand. Well at least the skeleton riding the motorbike was free.
"Giiive me the son;" Now, I thought he meant the sun, but the next thing he said...
"and the heir." And now im confused. So I said,
"Flippin' heck! You demons dont ask for much do ya?" But then, I clicked.
"Oooooooooooooooooh, the SON and the HEIR!" Thats.... Mikey, 22 Springer close." I was relieved. So now I went to my girlfriends house, and she just stopped when she saw me.
"Wh-what is it?" I said but in what seemed to be that split-second, I saw the monster from my dream, then I realized it was a thunderstorm. The monster picked up the house, then it all happened again. I was a monster, but this time, MIKEY was a monster. I heard a cruel whisper,
"Allllllllllllllllexxxxxxxxxxxx, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllleeeeeeeexxxxxxxxxxxxxx It's Saaaaaaatan. I'm dyyyyying. Aveeeeeeeeenge meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." I didn't know what to do. I had three minutes until he dies.
"Yes Satan. I accept." Then I realized what I'd done.
