The Old Man Called The Moon

Ch.3 I Find My Doom. I'm Ecstatic.

Mikey and I finally made it to my house. We both said our goodbyes.

"Timothy, I hope you'll be safe."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that. I'll get myself killed in, hmm, I'll guess 36 minutes. You wanna bet?"

"No–ugh, I mean it, okay? Please take things seriously."

"I will. I'll text you."

"Please don't."

"Ha, be prepared. If you want, pick a ringtone you like."

"Funny."

We both gave each other one more look before I entered my house. I then saw him walk away to his own home.

My house is a cozy, like an apartment space. It had a mostly gray and white color scheme. Modern themed, if you saw it. I walked upstairs to my room, and settled down my stuff. I then took out my computer, the best device to listen to spotify. I played my favorite playlist, and opened another tab to do work. I'm not sure if I still needed to do work, with all the things that have happened.(Which I still feel really guilty about). But I wasn't going to take any chances. I was a straight A student. I managed to do that with what I assume is perfectionism. Okay, I gotta admit that I sorta got into my music and got distracted from my work. But hey, I had banger songs on that playlist. While listening to Lady Gaga, behind the music, I heard a knock on the door. I was really confused, since my parents come really late, trying to distance themselves from me. I heard muffled ruckus, so I knew I had to check it out. If there was a robber in here, I had to defend myself. I went into my closet, and went to a secret little place with a nice golden knife with fancy designs carved into it. I then stepped out of my room. Nothing.

Whatever it was, it was gone. But even though I heard a ruckus, there was no mess. Everything was where it originally was. Except one thing. A chest on the coffee table. It looked like it could match my knife, so they both probably came from the same place. I knew I couldn't look inside it. I didn't even touch it. I just went around it cautiously, and into the kitchen. I then got an apple. I then ran to my room. I went back to my Spotify playlist.

Okay, I fell asleep earlier than usual. I swear I sleep at 12:00 am. I AM COOL KID. It's just that my body decided to sleep at 7:00 pm. I saw something, that I hoped was in my dream. A crack, a bright white went through the sky. A thing emerged from most likely the pits of hell. It crashed through the ground–being all the most horrible, horrifying, horrendous, anything that begins with h that's not the word happy–monsters. I woke up. Luckily, it wasn't real. I don't think much of it, since I dream of the most wackiest stuff. Or, I call them dreams. I haven't had an actual dream since I was four years old. These are more like, zoning out visions. My last dream was, wow, a big whopper. If you'll listen, here's how it went.

I was on this pathway, which was black with purple stripes, and there were a bunch of other kids with me. We kept walking down the swaying path, and there were a bunch of them, looping everywhere. There were spikes below us, really sharp ones. A hill was in the center of it all. On the sides, seemingly levitating, was a bunch of doors and clocks, and other spooky stuff. We all seemed scared, and the kids seemed recognizable, but I don't really remember. This happened when I was four, okay? We were just walking, until a clock went haywire. I have no idea why it was important, but a boy in a yellow rain jacket walked up to a clock, trying to stop it for no reason. He got swallowed by it. Yes. You heard me right. Like, It was a disgusting sight, as the clock harshly devoured him. I looked away, of course. I didn't want that imprinted in my brain.

We kept walking though, as if nothing happened. Some more crazy stuff happened after that. A kid got lured into a door and disappeared. Some just looked over the edge and fell off, sometimes something came in and scooped them from the ground. There were only a few of us left. Five, I think. Until one fell off, by tripping over their own foot, or someone else's? Well, they tumbled to the bottom, screaming.