"EEK!" someone in crowd screamed as a large cage came onto the stage. Inside was the wolf man, tall, hairy and ferocious looking. He was chewing and growling at the bars.

"Please be quiet," one of the attendants near the cage said.

"Ugh," I groaned; my head started to hurt; it felt like I've seen this before. Steve glanced over in my direction.

"Hey Darren, you ok?" Steve asked, half worried, and he kept looking back at the wolf man.

"Uh yea, just a headache," that feels like my head is going to be split open at any minute; I turned my attention back to the stage. They had somehow put the wolf man to sleep, and were walking him around the audience. I noticed a group of people trying to jostle forward to touch the wolf man, when a woman fell in front the creature.

It awoke from the sudden noise; a dreadful howl came from it. He lunged at the women, ripping her arm off. People started screaming, moving away from the wolf man. It felt like I was watching a movie, replaying this one part.

"Mr. Tall will come and with the help of one of those little people, he'll somehow attach the arm back on the lady's body," I muttered. Steve gave me a weird look, thinking that I've gone crazy, but his eye's got big when Mr. Tall came, with a little person, and they attached the arm back on.

"How did you…?" Steve wondered

"I-I don't know, it felt like I've seen this before, and it just happened," I turned to Steve, "What in the world is going on?" I whispered.

He shook his head slowly, "I don't know, maybe you're a psychic or something,"

"I'm not sure about that," I replied. I sat back in my seat, my hands on my temples. Mr. Tall's yelling at the audience to listen to the rules didn't either.

The next freak up was Rhombus Two-bellies, the fattest man alive. The show continued with many surprises and freaks including a two headed man, a woman who grew a beard on her face, a snake man and snake boy, with an oddly familiar name like my last name. Finally came the performing spider, Madam Octa.

A tall man in an orange coat comes on stage, holding a medium sized cage. He took off his hat and bowed. I gasped. My head started to pound faster. I recognize him.

"What's wrong?" Steve asks.

"That man…we got to get out of here," I got up, dust flying everywhere. I started to hurry to the door, but Steve grabbed my arm, preventing my escape.

"Hold up what's the hurry?" he asks again.

"That man down there-" I was interrupted by the sound of an opening door. We both looked at the door, it reveal one of those little people.

"I knew I heard something up here," it grunted, hood falling back. Steve and I both flinched at the face of this creature, "You two aren't supposed-," it stared at me, eyes growing wide, "Darren?"

I pulled Steve's arm, and we ran for the exit.


"You saw Darren?" Larten asked, after hearing Harket's tale of going up into the balcony area after hearing some strange noises.

"Yes," he replied, sitting down.

"I saw him too, and with both our stories together, he and the other boy he was with, ran away from us," Mr. Tall said as he walked in.

"He looked like a teen too, and I'm sure the other buy was Steve Leonard," Harket added.

"Steve?! That demon?!" Larten exclaimed. He got up from his chair and started to pace, only to be stopped by Mr. Tall's hand on his shoulder.

"We all know how deeply you cared for Darren, but it's not the time to worry, we must figure out what has happened, with all of us, and the rest of the world being resurrected,"

Larten slumped back into his seat, and sighed, "I know," he started to think, "If Darren ran away from you two, does it mean he forgot everything?"

"Or he didn't remember," Harket said solemnly.


"Darren! Hold up!" Steve yelled, gasping for breath. Darren ran out of there, like he had light speed.

"Sorry Steve, I guess my fear got the best of me and made me ran faster than I thought," I replied to him, slowing down, but oddly enough, I wasn't tired.

"No kidding," he panted a bit, "but why did you run out so fast? I bet we could've taken on that small fry,"

"I don't think so, he's stronger then you know," I told him, walking towards his house. He caught up to me, and walking beside me.

"And how would you know that?" he pondered.

"I….I'm not sure, the words just came out of my mouth," I told him.

He looked straight ahead, we were nearing his house. He was silent, as if taking everything in slowly. "You know," he said softly, "ever since we saw that flyer for the circus, you started to act a bit weird, and that includes those weird dreams of yours,"

"My dream!" I exclaimed, Steve flinched at my sudden yell. I grabbed his shoulders, "Steve! That man and that little person we met!"

"Yea, what about them?" he shrugged my hands off.

"My dream! They were in my dream! They were calling out my name!" I said. Steve gently pushed me away. We were on his front porch.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! Wait just a minute, are you telling me, the circus that we just went today, had people we just SAW today, were in your dream?!" he yelled.

I shifted uncomfortably, "yes," I muttered. Steve stood still, eyes closed. "Um Steve? Are you ok?"

"Either your crazy, or something is happening to you, and I vote for not crazy," he said slowly smiling.

I sighed for relief, "phew, I thought you were going to march in your house and call for the crazy house,"

"Please," he draped his arm around my shoulders, leading me in, "I'll never do that, I've always wanted to have a crazy person for a friend," he smiled wickedly, "Come on, we should talk about what happened tonight and what's up with your dreams," he started to close the door behind, "You're allowed to sleep over right?"