The Haunted Island

Early Morning Problems

"Hey, Garvin, wake up, wake up! Why are you acting like a little kid and rolling off the bed while sleeping?" Early the next morning, Garvin woke up to Sebastian's yelling and kicking.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was laying on the hard wooden floor. "Fuck!"

Slowly, he turned over, sat up from the ground, and touched the back of his head, wondering why he was sleeping on the floor. Soon, an idea flashed through his head as he gradually regained his senses, and he finally remembered the terrifying encounter in the second half of the previous night. Only then did he realize that he actually fainted on the floor, not slept on it.

He quickly turned around and looked at the bed against the wall, but there was no one on the blue sheets that had been stained by the morning light that penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, and there were no piles of black hair that later turned into black snakes.

Everything was like a nightmare.

"What are you looking at? Why do you look l