Chapter 8

His heart was galloping in his chest and making echoes throughout his body. His mouth was open and drawing in large gulps to keep up with the beat and his limbs trembled like a pile of jello as he tried and failed to sit up.

All five senses were on high alert in the dark room. The moisture that has broken out on his skin had now started to dry up in the cold night wind. He shivered and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

The boy had never been more scared in his life. In all of his eleven years, he had had dreams. Strange dreams, sweet dreams, confusing dreams, sad dreams and chilly dreams. But never in his life had he experienced a dream so vivid it had felt like real life, so intense it had taken control of his body or so frightening he had almost had a heart attack.

He had never had a near-death experience dream before and the fact that he still remembered every detail of it up to the cavernous, open jaws of nothingness chilled him through skin and bone to his blood vessels.

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