Disclaimer: *Looks at photo of Andrew and Spike with the word mine written on the back* If only that were true.
Authors Note: This is a dream coming from Andrew. He would have been fourish at the time. I made this for a project in English and (for some reason) got a good mark.
The baseball alarm clock went of at 7:30am with its ordinary pricing screech of a wake-up call. Andrew jumped so fast out of bed the his floppy, chestnut hair drooped in front of his cobalt/green eyes. His little feet padded into his grandparents retro kitten. His whole family was gathered around the dark, mahogany, table. There was his thin, pail Mum and his tall, smiling Poppa. There was also his elderly grandfather and his sweet Aunt Evangelina. Everything was as it should be, normally. Except, their ebony cat, Charcoal was missing from his everyday spot at his food bowl.
Andrew crawled onto the floor just as his Aunt Evangelina placed his steaming breakfast on the table. Andrew knew that Charcoal adored to hide under the stainless, steal sink. That was his absolute favourite hiding place for when they had played catch the kitty. Just as Andrew was about to open the wooden cabinets they burst open in a flurry of chocking smoke. Andrew shot back as if hit by a giant fist. Everyone jumped up and glanced around until their eyes fell upon the new figure in the small room.
It was a tall dark man but his flesh was made of smouldering coal. He had small black eyes and his teeth were a blinding ivory. His clothes were like black smoke concealing his body. On top of the man's head sat two smoke filled cat ears. The Charcoal Man looked down on Andrew with a large terrifying grin. He held his crooked, scorched forefinger out for Andrew to grasp, but as Andrew drew closer the man gave out a horribly, dark, disgusting chuckle that horrified Andrew right down to his bones. As Andrew's first finger grassed the man's, he gave one mare laugh before the charcoal man's finger fell off revealing scarlet, red-hot embers.
Andrew was about to screen when he launched out of his small, racecar bed like a spring that had exploded. Andrew looked around his blue painted room with a spooked look painted on his child sized face. The dream had felt so real that Andrew's hands felt as if they had been burned. He jumped off of the bed and ran for his Poppa's large bed room. As he clambered into and cuddled up to his Poppa's resting form. He could still hear the reverberating echo of the Charcoal Man's chuckle in his ears as he fell into a troubled sleep.
The End