CHAPTER 3 Playing with chemicals in your spare time is fun, and does not pose a threat to anyone, right? Working with nitrogen and propane sounds dangerous, but not when you work with chemicals that seem harmless. John and Stanley walked into their secret room in the back of the office. Do not think that either of the two boys has an obsession with tinkering with chemicals, or plan on being scientists or creating clones. They are just messing around in their spare time. They do other activities, such as sports and listen to music, and their ‘crazy scientist’ activities are just for mindless fun.
John suspected something was wrong with Stanley. He knew that he was usually just as excited about this activity as he was. “What’s wrong, man?” John questioned. Stanley walked into the room and closed the door behind him. “Nothing, John. I am just not in the mood for this right now. Maybe it is because I shut down early; maybe I’m just not in the mood to mix stuff now.” There was a hint of sadness in Stanley’s voice. It seemed there was more to the story then what he mentioned. But John did not want to make him uncomfortable. “All right, Stanley, we do not have to do this. I guess I will just go hang out with Brian.” John helped Stanley accumulate equipment away and shut the lights off. As John walked out he almost forgot to lock the door. “John, you can not forget to lock the door. Imagine if someone walks in and looks at the chemicals; they will think we are trying to create monsters or some crazy science-fiction stuff along those lines.
Again, there was a chill that ran down John’s spine. “Wow, that is weird.” John was intrigued with what the reason could be. It seemed it had something to do with monsters. “What is it John?” Stanley asked him half-heartily. He did not really care what John’s problem was, but he was being a good friend. “I do not know, Stanley. I got a chill when you mentioned monsters. I know it sounds crazy. I know that monsters are not real, but something about them seems very scary. I can not put my finger on it though.” John started thinking about his dream earlier that morning. He remembered how he was startled when he awoke. Yet he still could not remember what the dream was about. He wondered if it had something to do with monsters, and if that is what he was scared about. Maybe something in his dream was so frightening that his conscious mind blocked it out, but his subconscious mind did not. He still did not know. He never really thought about any of his dreams. He figured that he would forget about this dream, or whatever his issue was in a couple days and everything would be back to normal. He was wrong.