Bretboy

PLEASE READ THIS STORY FROM THE beginning.

As I ran down to the bridge, there was a shriek. I was grabbed on the shoulder. I looked around. There it stood, waiting. It looked unreal, it was just like the monsters in movies - except worse. It reached out to grab me right as I jumped off the bridge, plummeting to death.

Another nightmare. I don't know why they keep happening. I flicked on my light and grabbed my sunglasses. I knew I wouldn't be too long.

My bike tire spun around and around as fast as a bullet speeds through the air. My hair was flying everywhere, making it hard to see. The sunglasses didn't help any, since it was the middle of the night. When I got off my bike I felt relaxed again - but something had followed me home. Across the street, in Matt Sheul's driveway, a shattering sound rang and almost shattered my ears as well.

It was scary to think I was about to stop someone who most likely could shoot me in a second, and then it would all be over. I raced over to him and kicked the gun out of his hands and then --------

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I awoke hanging upside down, by chains. I didn't know how far above the ground I was and didn't feel like finding out. It was completely dark. "Uh," said a voice. "Whoa!"

"Is that you?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's me, Bret"
"Whoa Bret, how did you get down here?"
"Well, I don't really know - hey, where's my spear?"
"Over here"

A fire started what seemed about miles away - under us. We realized we were at least 100 feet above the ground, the fire just kept getting bigger. Soon we could see their faces, the same four girls that broke into dart yesterday. They cut a cord, and we followed the cord all the way up to where the chains started, and we fell. Into the fire. Possibly into the pits of hell. Who knew?

"Outza fire!" I shouted. Sparks flew out of my hand. Nothing happened.