There once was a boy named Benny. Benny was a curious little boy of 12. One gentle summer night, he went to bed like usual in his fluffy, warm bed. He woke up the next morning feeling extremely sick—unusually so. Though, despite his protests, his mom made him leave bed to go to school. When he stepped outside, he was met with waist-high snow everywhere! Why was it snowing in summer? Nobody knows. Benny struggled through the snow for what felt like hours in the direction of his school, but always found himself turning into and out of the same corner, even though he was walking his usual path… odd. He looked up, the sun was red. What was going on? He suddenly found himself in front of his school doors, being scolded by the principal and… his mom? He stepped into class and nobody and nothing was in the room, aside from a singular desk in the middle. When he sat, the room went dark. He could hardly see in front of him. He heard movement around the room, multiple sets of footsteps circling him. Then, hands emerged from the darkness—large, claw-looking, black and charred. Then the red eyes appeared. It looked like the hands couldn’t quite reach him, however fingertips occasionally brushed against his arms, sending shivers down his already cold yet fever-heated spine. Odd, siren-like sounds started coming from the corners of the room. Benny was hyperventilating.
The next moment, he woke up in his bed again, breathing hard and covered in a layer of cold sweat, his hands clenched onto the bedsheets. He took a deep breath and looked out his window. It had all been a dream… thank God… but the sun. It was still red. Is he really awake now?
Or is this the dream?