"Ugh..." Mason said, in his sleep. Sullivan, being on top of Mason (They slept in a bunk-bed) heard Mason. "What's wrong, Mason?" Sullivan asked, peeking down under his featherbed.
"I had a strange, yet scary nightmare." Mason explained. "There was an unidentified man, his face concealed with a masquerade mask. He carried a rusty, bloody knife, and he was pursuing us."
"Well," Said Sullivan. "That mustn't have been a pleasant thing to experience."
"Correct." Mason said, just as their mom called up to their loft, telling them to prepare for breakfast.
The two boys hustled down the stairwell, their stomachs empty and in need of food.
"Good morning Sullivan, good morning Mason. How did you two sleep? Luxuriously?" Asked their dad.
"As usual." Replied Sullivan, pouring bright white milk into his colorful cereal bowl, his gut groaning. As their mom, Patsy, opened the glass window above the sink, the light of the early morning's crepuscular ray's shone meekly into the aboad.
"The weatherman, Eric Hawk, predicted today is supposed to be very sunlit and snug-- The perfect time for
some bonding between brethren." Patsy smiled in way that sent forth a message, informing Sullivan and Mason that she really, really wanted them to go out.
Mason and Sullivan both reluctantly nodded. After having a fruitful breakfast, they got on their play clothes and sneakers, and proceeded to head outwards.
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The McGunn Hill Monster
HorrorMason & Sullivan McGunn both populate a tall, barren hill, dubbed after their rich, expansive family, who first settled on said hill. On a seemingly normal day, these two find a monster. They then alert their friends as they attempt to eliminate the...
