Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.  -Lewis Carroll

      Crackling and popping, like popcorn but much more sinister. Tapping tiptoes against wooden boards, the group of small children whispered in the dark. 

      Each with a face that looked like it had seen a battle field. Perhaps they had. Crackle, pop, an eary rattling noise from above, below, and all around. Maybe they had imagined the noise for a second.

      The smallest children whimpered and cryed out, only for the older to cover their mouths and pull an ear. A centipede, spidery legs and a human head, crawled out from a black void. The creature stood several feet above the panty soaked children. 

      The brown eyes that lit up with a smile, were empty. Her friend, same class as her. She was older by a day. You can only imagine she teased him about it every opportunity she got. His mouth was open as if screaming but nothing came out but a choked gurgle. Black liquid oozed out of his mouth and eyes. 

       Dizzy and confused she shook her head, it wasn’t real, he wasn’t gone, it wasn’t real. Just a dream. A bad one.

       But there she was stairing at this brown eyed boy, she had never worked up the courage to ask to be more then friends. Laying in a pool of her own blood with his gapeing mouth and wide open eyes. A whole through his throat and one through his eye. 

      Sirens and gunshots could still be heard ringing throughout the school. Along with many children’s screams. 

      A silly story about giant centipedes where much more comforting then reality. So she closed her eyes, and didn’t open them again.