Chapter
IV
Eric just stood there. About a million
things were racing through his mind. How did it get there? Was the creepy cloak
dude not a dream? Was the house robbed? Eric had no answers. He had half a mind
to call Sarah Terminham, who you could sort of call Eric's girlfriend, but
thought better of it. How do you explain something which isn't supposed to be
there?
Eric reached for the shades, almost
drawn to them by a psychokinetic force. Picking them up and examining them, he
saw them to be very good quality; almost as if they hadn't been worn at all,
and made by top designers. He didn't see anything on the inside that might try
to poke him when he put it on, so lying on his back on his bed (the sweat had
evaporated,) he slowly slid the mirror shades to his ears, looking up at his
SFA poster on the ceiling.
"Great, now I'm
hallucinating," grumbled Eric. His vision was starting to get blurred,
like when he tried to put both his contacts and his glasses on at the same time
(after rubbing his head from running into the wall, he decided concealing
contacts from classmates was less important than insuring mental health). Weird
wisps of what looked like smoke was clouding his vision. Looking over at his
alarm clock, he remembered the time on it: 8:52.
Looking back at the ceiling, he saw
not his poster of Krystal and Fox, but... THE SKY?!? Eric bolted upright. He
was no longer even seeing his room anymore, he was on a somewhat large mountain
overlooking a small rural village.
Feeling the ground, ensuring that
his eyes weren't the only things playing tricks on him, he suddenly had a
shocking revelation that proved it wasn't a dream; he could hear.
He never was ever able to remember
even having the sense of hearing during a dream; all sensory input remembered
was through the eyes. To his right, a pair of...
"...triceratops...now I've
seen everything..."
"Hey, fleshy, either help with
the work or stand aside," one of the triceratops said grumpily. "He
looks like Sir Fox McCloud, only with no fur..." Eric heard under the
triceratops breath.
"That's it: I've seen
enough!" Eric said while ripping the shades from his face.
It started again, only in reverse;
the vision blurred and he reappeared in his house, only standing up near the
front door.
"Odd, but I didn't move more
than a couple feet..." Eric murmured, although he did feel that he was
thinking of the front door so that he could run from the house and never turn
back. He almost did unlock the door, but common sense prevailed.
Eric just stared at the sunglasses.
Whatever was going on, he'd need to find out.