Dreaming. Chapter 1.

"NO!!" screamed Dervish, as he finally came back round to reality. Just then, Grubbs came running into Dervish's bedroom, a sword held menacingly in his hands.

"What is it?! What is it?!" Questioned Grubbs wildly.

"No, it's OK. I think I was just dreaming again," came the much calmer reply from Dervish.

"Listen, Derv. I think we need to get you to a doctor. These dreams sound pretty bad to me. Plus, they keep waking me from my beauty sleep. Wait, I don't even need one!!" Boasted Grubbs, although he was a little concerned about his uncle.

"You haven't got a girlfriend yet," stated Dervish.

"Yet." Replied Grubbs cunningly.

Dervish had been having strange nightmares about demons, and various other creatures, pretty much every night for the past year. All he could remember was that they were with him, and were all mocking him. He was always in the same place- in a plain room, with nothing on the walls. That was the only thing he could remember about these dreams. But there was one other thing, something he had not yet mentioned to Grubbs. All the demons were always saying the same things as they mocked him. But unfortunately, he couldn't quite remember what.

The following night.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!! Noooo!!!"

It was the dream again. By now, both Dervish and Grubbs had had enough, and so the next morning, Grubbs decided to take Dervish to the doctors. The doctor had absolutely no idea at what was going on and so sent Dervish to a brain doctor. The doctor thought it wise to leave Dervish with himself overnight, so he could see for himself the terrible state Dervish was in. Grubbs was unsure, but was persuaded that it was the right, and safest thing to do. At the time, Grubbs had absolutely no idea what he was setting upon his beloved uncle...