Part two: Just a game? INSIDE THE REALM NIGHTMARES DAY ONE: CHAPTER THREE
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Grey mist, not unlike the mist he fell through getting to the realm, surrounded Matt. The boy was frightened, but the surroundings he recognized. It was his father's basement computer laboratory.
He was just outside the door. Noises of work could be heard coming from inside. Could it be? Could his father’s death have been a dream?
Matt ran to the door and threw it open.
There in his father's leather swiveling chair sat a man he recognized and loved. His dad.
Matt called out to him but got no response. It confused Matt. He cautiously walked up behind his father to get a closer look at what he was concentrating so intensely on.
The computers were on and creating visual models for His dad. Mr. Nightshade was following these visuals and molding a figure out of molten metal. It was a figure Matt recognized. It was Caiaphais, the wizard.
Matt stood dumbfounded, staring intently at the figurine. It began moving in his father's palm, as were all the figurines on his father's desk and in the glass cupboards. Some of the figurines actually were carrying out grotesque battles in the shelving and bookcases.
Then a figure Matt didn't recognize did the impossible, not that moving was an easy task for metal people. It spoke. Actually, it yelled. "Stop!!"
All the other figurines stopped what they were doing - fighting, casting spells, eating. They then became inanimate objects once again.
Matt's father walked over to the figurine that had stopped this impossible dream. Mr. Nightshade picked up the metal figure, then dropped him. The figure started glowing. At first the figure glowed red, as if it were hot. Then, it glowed blue, like ice. The same ominous blue light that transfixed Matt in his room, not so long ago.
Matt couldn't move or cry out. He stood frozen, watching this horrific sight that caused his father's disappearance.
The metal man on his father's floor began to grow. Slowly at first, he soon surpassed Matt in height. Mr. Nightshade even had to look up into the mysterious figures eyes, which had been shut this entire time.
When the figure opened his eyes, it surprised Matt. They were the bluest eyes he had ever seen. This is one case that, "whites of his eyes," couldn't be seen. It was just glowing blue spheres. Spheres that cast demonic shadows over the walls.
Then he spoke. "Desmond Nightshade! I have come to take you where you belong. I see your confusion. You belong in the realm. You are our creator and God. The Guardian. Years ago you were sent from the realm, to protect this dimension. You began your life here on Earth. Your ultimate goal: to return home. You searched for the way all these years. Well, now the door has opened again. Come home."
The figure drew a door into the air. It slowly creaked open. Inside the realm, creatures flew, swam, and screamed out in fear. The master was coming home.
The demon or whatever it was took Desmond Nightshade’s hand and led him towards the doorway. Matt stood observing this spectacle. Tears ran down his cheeks. He called out to his father, inaudibly.
Just as Matt realized he was invisible and inaudible to the duo, his mother thrust open the door and screamed, "No!
Heaven help us No!!"
Desmond Nightshade looked at his wife and said, “I'm going home. I've longed to see it and I'm now needed again. Keep Matt safe. Someday he will be our only saving grace. I will guard the realm side of the door and Matt will guard this earthly side."
Then, he was gone! The door slamming, was like a bomb going off. The roof began to collapse. Joyce screamed and ran up the steps.
The room around him began to disappear. Not like before. Now, it was just the dream fading. This
disappearing was like a fade out in a movie. A new scene took the place of the ruined house.
Matt had no time to rest. His new dream power of being in other people's dreams was working over time on his first night in the realm. He had no idea where he now was. It was dark, dismal and enclosed - like a real small hallway. The stench of rotting corpses was pungent enough to make his ethereal eyes water. An argument could be heard in the distance of the corridor. Matt recognized the vampire, Juda, crying out in pain. Then, he heard the most frightening sound he had ever heard. A voice that sounded like the bathtub gurgling after a shower. Matt decided to see what was happening.
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