Freddie's POV
Stupid Sam. Stupid life. Stupid love.
How could I have fallen for that demon? That blonde-headed demon? It was so stupid. I was stupid.
Stupid me.
I laid in bed, thinking over the day's events. Every time I replayed her words in my head I felt even more depressed. For once I thought life was going great-I had a girlfriend, great grades, an awesome tech hobby...Then it crashed down.
I gripped my pillow angrily, and then, releasing my anger, threw it at my door, screaming. I was surprised my mom didn't come in then with a baseball bat. I got out of bed and walked around my room, pacing angrily.
"I hate Sam!" I yelled. I wasn't sure if I really did but I felt so free saying it-like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I closed my eyes and laid on the floor, asleep.
When I woke up there was a flashing blue light. I shielded my eyes as I looked at it. There, standing in the mist, was a hooded figure. It held clumsily crafted wooden spear with a sharp, menacing blade. I gazed at it in terror. It was a nightmare. It had to be. But when I pinched myself it hurt. It couldn't be real.
The figure outstretched a bony hand and grabbed me. For a skeleton it was strong. It started to sink into the floor, pulling me along with it. I yelled and tried to pry it off me but the grip was strong. The figure descended into the floorboards and I felt myself fall too. My heart beat feverishly in my chest. I didn't scream anymore; I was so afraid I forgot to.
The last thing I thought of before I left the comforting scene of my bedroom was Sam Puckett.