Chapter 1
Morty finished up his large glass of warm milk and melatonin pills. He looked over at the stove, the green glowing numbers told him that it was 10:05 PM. Morty then said goodnight to his parents, his older sister and his grandpa and made his way to his room. Peeling out of his dirty clothes, and putting on clean thin pajamas. Morty opened his window a crack and flipped the light switch, drowning the room in complete darkness besides the little light source the moon gave off. Climbing into his bed, and sliding underneath his warm comfy blankets Morty went. Morty closed his big brown eyes and eagerly awaited sleep to take over him so he could have those wonderful dreams he's been having for as long as he could remember. The dreams he traveled through town and everyone else was sleeping in his dreams. So he got to travel around the world in peace while everyone slept. Everything looked so real and one time he even dreamed of going to a place he had never gone and a few weeks later he actually went to that place and it looked exactly like it did in his dream. For a few years now Morty has been traveling everyday. But every night that he dreams about walking, he gets farther and farther away each time he dreams. What Morty didn't know was that none of this was a dream. He was actually traveling but in the astral realm. A realm where powerful demons could get to you and get closer to possessing our human vessels for evil purposes.