Chapter 7
Am I having a dream?, Erick thought looking around. He figured he'd been knocked out by whatever hit him, but he couldn't think of what it might have been. Probably a frying pan, he thought.
The area was foggy, which wasn't abnormal for his dreams, though it was more foggy with actual fog than a lack of definite shapes. What he could see had defined shapes. They looked humanoid, but with longer, thinner arms than humans. Their heads were slightly larger and more ovular than most human heads, but other than that, they were very close.
"Hello?" Erick tried. Something else which set this apart form most dreams, he usually wasn't a participant, nor did he have much control over his actions.
The, er, beings didn't reply. It seemed they didn't even notice him there. Erick tried to walk out of the room. "Holy..." Erick began, loking at the restraints on his legs and arms. Immeadiately he began to squirm and wiggle. "Let me out of here!" he yelled.
Quiet!" one of the beings said to him and smacked him across the head.
"Not again..." Erick said, then fainted.
Conclusion Chapter 7
<< Last Chapter | Chapter 7 | Next Chapter >>
|
