Chapter 2
"Rrrrrrinnnnngg!"
Chris bolted up from his bed, and looked around his room. Everything looked normal, nothing out of place or like the place that he had been in. So it was just a dream, he thought. Man, I can't wait to tell Jack and Tracey about this.
Chris got out of bed and opened his bedroom window. The sun was shining brightly, and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. He got dressed, and headed downstairs, as his usual ritual entailed. His mother was standing at the kitchen sink, preparing his father's breakfast. The air smelled of eggs and sausage, and he sat down at the kitchen table.
"Morning Chris," his dad uttered from behind the morning paper he was reading.
"Morning Dad," Chris returned. "I had the strangest dream last night. I was in some warehouse or something with my friends. We were hanging out there, and then all of a sudden, my friends were dead and I was running from this maniac with a claw for a hand!"
"Well, that sounds like a pretty good movie," his mom said as she placed a plate of eggs on the table next to Chris. "I heard you moaning in your sleep... at least I hoped you were sleeping. I think it's time we had a little talk."
"MOM! I know about that. Practice abstinence, and when I am ready to have sex, use a condom. You don't need to remind me."
"I'm just looking out for your safety. You have a girlfriend now, and you're a senior. I know the pressures of school. Lose your virginity by prom night, that sort of thing. Hell, your father didn't drill me until we were in college!"
"Jesus, Mom, spare me the details! I'm getting out of here. See you after school." Chris got up from the kitchen table, grabbed his bookbag, and left the house. He walked to school, like he did every day.
Outside, before first period began, he waited for Tracey, Jack, and his girlfriend Jessie. After about five minutes, Chris went inside. They had all been late for some reason. He walked into English, and everybody said hello to him as he took his seat.
The bell finally rang, and his friends had still not shown up. Jessie came in and sat next to him. She looked sad, and he could tell that she had been crying. "I can't believe it. I can't believe they both... Poor Jack and Tracey!" She started to sob again. Chris put his arm around her.
"What? What happened to them?"
She looked up at him, surprised. "You didn't hear?" Chris shook his head. "Jack and Tracey were both found dead in their beds. They had claw marks all over their bodies and Jack had been cut to pieces!"