The clock ticked back and forth only boring Tommy even more. He groaned as he knew this would be a daily routine. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. His stomach growled but nothing could make him better. He's done read all the books there, no doubt. But, without technology, life became meaningless. His grandparents had the TV run on the news channels 24/7 but it only made it worse. None of his friends would be around for miles. Only 4 days left....ugh! The boredom had taken it's toll. Tommy sat up and noticed a book that his grandfather had left open, resting on the table stand. "Curiouser and curisouser........." He muttered to himself. Tommy crawled toward the table stand and took the book without distrubing his grandfather. His grandfather let out a snore which startled Tommy. Tommy stopped to catch his breath then finally decided to open the book.

He opened it to see cursive writing in his grandfather's handwriting. Tommy never understood cursive much as he never learned of it. Tommy squinted to see the writing better.

The demon approached me with an axe in the alleyway. "Give up......." The demon coughed then vomited blood. Only a reminder of the nightmare of death.

Tommy didn't know who this demon could possibily be. "Pop?" Tommy asked and shook his grandfather awake. But his grandfather had become limp.

Limp.