Chapter 2

In the pitch black room, someone stirred. He awoke flailing his arms and screaming as though he was the one being murdered. No, never before, had HE experienced such a "vision". He coughed a broncial hawk, and shot stright up in bed. Sweat poured down his head, and he shook with such an extreme force that it almost knocked him over.

The boy forced himself out of bed. He immediately fell to the floor, tears rushing from his fearful eyes. He was like a one of those vibrating toys that was experiencing tremors on the floor. He didn't know someone could be so fearful. Instantly, he flipped on the TV. The screen burst to life in a colorful rush, exerting an unaudioable wail. He pressed the "GUIDE" button and found the "NEWS". Shaking, his trembling thumb pressed down on the "ENTER" button.

The top story, "BANK MANAGER DON JAMESSON MURDURED DURING THE NIGHT".

It was true then, he thought. It was a vision. He had seen the future. He had known that this poor man was going to ultimately meet this well antisipated and sudden end. He knew who the murderer was. He could go to the police. He could convince them that he had a vision and it was real. He knew the man was going to die. He knew the beach. He knew those waters like the back of his trembling hand. He was shaking still, a vibrating toy on the floor.

The boy witnessed the body after the killing. He had seen it all. He had heard the forbidding words that the hooded man had spoke to the bank manager last.

"Nighty Night, Don Jamesson,"

No, he though angrily. I'm going mad. This can't be happening.

But it was, and that was it.

And Scott Granger stood up looking fearfully out towards the sky with the worst expression he had ever produced.

Terror.

Author's Note

This time, to mix things up a bit, I put it in the point of view of Scott Granger. You'll see what happens next chapter...muhahahaha!!