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Speeding through the forest, Peregrine ran. He didn't 

even know why and how he got into.... the forest....or 

the burnt wasteland that had a few charred black trees 

with no leaves, and animals that made no sound, and 

acted as if Peregrine wasn't there.

He was running from...a shadow. It was calling to him. 

"Come to me..." it whispered.

"Gahhhhkkkcck!!!" The shadow lunged forward into 

Peregrine, ripping him, tearing him, drowning him in 

black, turning him into darkness.

Peregrine woke with a yell. He sat up, sweating, relieved that it 

was only a dream. It was dawn. He looked at the clock. 5:14AM. 

He would never fall back asleep now.

Peregrine looked around, and remembered the painting in his 

room. It had been his second day staying at his new home. He 

missed his old town. His parents just wanted to move into a big 

house. This house was bigger than a mansion! But what was 

shocking to Peregrine was how cheap the price was - 300 

thousand.

When he had chosen the room he liked, he saw a painting. It 

was creepy. There was a guy with a red hat, and at the far end, a 

distorted figure, floating. He thought the picture was familiar 

somehow.

Peregrine got changed and walked to the kitchen, feeling quite 

refreshed, having forgotten his dream already. Then, feeling like 

something to eat, he reached in the cupboard for the biscuit jar. 

It wasn't there. "Oh yeah," he thought, "I'm in a new 

house....oh...it's not the same..." 

The kitchen wasn't even set up. Peregrine and his parents hadn't 

eaten in the new kitchen since they'd arrived - for the past days 

they'd just eaten bread from the bakery across the road. "We'll 

get the kitchen sorted tomorrow," his mum had told him 

yesterday.

Peregrine decided to go on a brisk walk at the park he wanted to 

check out three blocks away from the new home. He left a note 

on the fridge for his parents that read, "I'll be back in 15 

minutes." 

Peregrine walked out the house and swiftly paced to the park. It 

was cooler there than even the outside of his house. When he got 

there, there were other people there too. A few animals were 

there as well. "Decent park," he thought. As he walked too the 

center of the park he got a strange feeling in his mind. A feeling 

of going...deeper. Something was calling to him in his mind, 

dragging him out of reality. 

He slowly moved to the furthest end of the park. No one was 

there, not even any animal. It was dense in trees there. The voice 

in his mind told him to get off the path and walk through the 

trees. He tried to snap back into reality, but the voice forced him 

to go deeper into the woods. Deeper, deeper, deeper, until there 

were so many trees, there was barely any light, besides the 

already darkness of the dawn.

Deeper still, he trudged on.

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