He was having trouble sleeping that night. The room was hotter than usual, and he had already taken off his shirt and had the covers at the end of the bed. Sweating, he was on his back, with his head to the side. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t just fall asleep.

            After an hour, he felt something strange. Little bumps came from his mattress- going up then going down. He could feel them on his shoulder blade, his thighs, his neck, and everywhere else. They slowly had longer strokes, moving along his body as before they submerged. This made him uncomfortable- especially when they went against his buttocks. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t something good.

            Soon, it felt like tentacles going up against his body, each at least a yard long, and protruding out further every second. He became much more frightened when on of them came up to the side of his shin. But with all the heat, he was totally exhausted, and couldn’t do a thing.

            Ever so slowly and sensually, they would go over his body, and back down. His fear was great- tears were rolling down the side of his head. Finally, the tentacles broke free of the sheets on the mattress. You could see that they were an ugly brown- almost like the color of feces- with a slimy substance covering them, dripping on the end and down along the rest.  They finally were long enough to make it around his neck and legs, while other went half way around his torso on both sides. They would rub against his body, covering him with slime. Inside his pajama pants, they were holding onto his bare skin as they pulled down on him. At this point, it was totally useless for him to try to escape.

            He was being pulled into the mattress, into they world that the tentacles came. He met the body of them- just a mass of moving vines. Not only was he choking, by the tentacles cover his body leaving to place open. He couldn’t breath, but only taste the slime. This was what hell was like.

            He woke up with a jolt. Looking down at the bed, he was saw that he wet himself. He got up, ashamed of what he did, and ran off to tell his mother.