Chapter One Part Two: Beginnings

The real first chapter

I was sitting in my living room. Alone. I was watching "Everybody Loves Raymond". Have you seen it? It's pretty good. ...Well, I like it. My Grandparents were asleep. For the first time in my life they had actually gone to bed early. 8:00 p.m. Do you live with old people? You wouldn't believe the times that these people go to bed. Ungodly hours. That's when. Ungodly hours. They always say that they are so tired. Well, that's because you were up at FIVE IN THE MORNING. Well, believe or not, T.V. gets boring after an hour, so I got up and decided it was time for bed. 

I went into my room, and looked around. Ah yes, my dear room. In the far right corner is my shelve and next to that is my other shelve, much smaller than the first shelve, and it's only purpose is to hold up my air purifier. I only have that because it makes loud noise so I can sleep easier. I need loud noises. Anywho, in front of the shelves is my dresser, with the T.V. and lava lamp. That's right b*****s. Lava lamp. I need that because I am a bit afraid of the dark. I cannot lie. Then I looked in the left corner, where my bed is, and noticed that the sheets weren't on the bed. This is the part where I contemplate sleeping with no sheets, or actually putting forth some effort and actually putting on some sheets. I decided the latter. I stepped out of my room and into the hall, and headed towards the game room. The game room is basically right next to my room. So I run in there, and grab some sheets, and run back into my room. As I run I see a quick flash of a small white being. This happens all of the time. However, as many times as I see this, I always have this horrible fear that strikes my heart and trembles the depths of my soul. 

I reach back out into the hallway and turn off the light and shut the door. That would be the last time I go out into the hallway. I have a huge problem. I have what I like to call "paranoid nights". They only happen when I'm alone, or with certain friends. But when they happen, they sometimes leave their marks. 

After completing the impossible task of putting the sheets on the bed, I take basically everything off, and hop into bed. I have about 6 pillows on my bed. Some consider this very girly of me. I, however see it differently. I build a fort around me with the pillows. Why? I have no clue. I honestly do not. I just put the majority of them on the right side of my bed. Probably to kind of build a wall on the side where there is no wall. Nothing can grab you through a wall. Right?

Once I am all comfy, I realize that I haven't turned off the light. Reluctantly getting back upon my feet, I walk to the light, turn it off, and hop back into my bed. Like a Ninja. I close my eyes and begin to drift off, and wake back up. Then I stay awake for about 2 more hours thinking about random things, and making up conversations in my head, until finally falling asleep. 

There was an image of a clown. I was in some sort of huge circus, elephants with giraffe print leotards were flying around with their flapping ears, like dumbo. I believe that I was in the main tent, because there was a bunch of commotion. But I, however was not alone. There wasn't much happening. Just me and this strange clown chilling here. The clown was abnormally tall. Standing at a whopping 8 foot 2 inches was this clown, with gaping buck teeth and eyebrows the length of buses. He was singing a song with my name in it. "Allan is a hoe." Me, being absolutely amused, I took no offense to the song and laughed away with the silly clown. We eventually got bored of offending one another and we left the huge tent, and walked through the multi-colored circus until we got to the gate. 

Once at the gate, the clown put his huge hand on my chest, and stopped me from going any further. I looked up and his mouth was agape. His eyes mimicd the same darkness as his mouth as he looked down upon me and glared. "This is where we part." He reached into the back pocket of his overalls and grabbed a pistol. He shoved it down my throat and fired.

I awoke with a start. "That was f*****g scary man...". I stood up and paced around the room uncomfortably for about five minutes before I realized that I had to do my business. I nervously glanced at my lava lamp and knew what this meant.