CHAPTER 2
Lea was worried about Savannah. Last night Lea had ran into Savannah's room after hearing Savannah screaming. Lea had tried to talk to her but all Savannah would say was "No more sleep!". It was now 8:00 AM and Savannah still hadn't slept. She kept telling Lea and Jessica not to fall asleep. Even thought they didn't know why, they had listened to her.
Suddenly Lea heard the doorbell ring. She opened the door, and screamed. Her parents were standing there, both gutted from chest to groin, their intestines lying on the floor.
"He always gets who he want, Lea," they moaned, their voices deep and distorted. She went to slam the door but her dad stopped the door and grabbed her, pulling her close to him.
"Now, give daddy a kiss," he groaned, and tried to kiss her, his tongue cut up and muddy. She began to cry.
"NOOOOOO!"
Lea jolted off the couch, tears running down her face. A dream, it had only been a dream. The doorbell rang. Lea stood up straight, a chill going down her spine. It rang again, and she slowly walked to the door. She opened it and…
"Hey Lea, wassup!" Jared yelled. Behind him was his friend Holden. They had both been friends with Lea, Savannah and Jessica since middle school.
"Ah, thank God guys, we need some help," Lea the them as they walked inside the house.
"Why?" Holden asked her. She pointed to Savannah, who was sitting on the couch, staring at the floor.
"Holy shit, what's wrong with her?" Jared asked. Lea shrugged.
"She had a nightmare last night, hasn't slept since. To tell you the truth, I've been having some weird fucking dreams too," she explained. Jared and Holden were silent.
"I think what you guys need is some beers and some smokes," Holden laughed. Lea smiled.
"Yeah, I guess I could use a few dozen drinks," she said. Jared smiled.
"Well, we got the weed here. We'll be back in about twenty minutes with the beers," he told her, and began to leave.
"Actually Jared I'm gonna stay here, maybe try and talk to Savannah," Holden told him. Jared nodded and walked out the door.
"So, you gonna talk to Savannah now or later?" Lea asked. Holden shrugged his shoulders.
"Later, I'm really tired right now," he told her. "I think I'm gonna go take a nap, it's a long drive from California to here, and I need a nap. Which room can I sleep in?" he asked. Lea pointed to the guest room and Holden walked to the guest room, and Lea went to talk to Savannah.
Holden lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. Ah… paradise…
He jolted up as he heard a sound, like nails on a chalkboard. He got off the bed and went for the door. He grabbed the handle, but it wasn't like before; it was burning hot. He winced as the metal burned his hand and let go immediately. Then he heard a laugh…
"Who the fucks there!" he screamed. There was silence for a moment…
"I'm here…" a demonic voice told him. Holden spun around in time to see something stretching the mattress, something coming out from within the mattress.
"Oh my God," Holden said, and began to panic. Suddenly the mattress split, and a man began to rise, but he was burned, and was wearing a dirt glove, with knives…
The man raised his glove in the air.
"This is God," he laughed and jumped towards Holden, the glove still raised. Holden screamed as the man grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him off the ground, pushing him against the door. The man laughed, and brought the glove up high, and…