Mr Crepsley came up to me

Mr Crepsley came up to me.

"This is going to hurt," he said. "In otherwise circumstances, I wouldn't do it, but…"

I gulped and tried to stop the feeling of nausea from hitting me.

Mr Crepsley held up his fingers to mine…

When…

"Darren!" Steve burst into the room.

"Steve!" I said. "What… I don't get it… the spider bite…"

"Naw, I was just kidding! C'mon, lets go, that ginger freak is creeping me out..."

I turned on Mr Crepsley. "You," I seethed, "have been making me fucking hallucinate."

"Oh, it was just a bit of fun! I've always wanted an assistant! Aww, all the kids on the block have one! Why don't I have one? I WANT AN ASSISTANT! I HATE YOU GUYS! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!" he stomped out of the room. "DON'T FOLLOW ME."

"Er, ok…" I said.

"Let's go, Darren." Steve said.

"Ok. I've had enough weirdness for one night." I said.

So we went home. I did everything as normal, then said goodnight to my parents and went to bed, falling asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.

In my dreams, there was a nice, kind if not random old man in wellies doing cartwheels. Over and over. And over. And random green snake boys jumping around on pogo sticks.

"AHHHH!" I screamed. "RANDOM WEIRDOS IN MY…"

Unfortunately, I then died because Steve had been biting me in the neck and then sucking all my blood out and I hadn't realised. At least my parents found me in lying lifeless in my bed, and not outside in the freaking street.