SAM and the FLOORBOARD GANG

“Sam, Sam, wake up,” I heard whispered in my ear.

“Who’s there?” I muttered, waking from a deep sleep.

“Don’t scream, Sam.  It’s me.  Bugboy.”

“Who are you and what are you doing in my bedroom?”  I said, getting nervous now.  I couldn’t see very well because my room was so dark, so I jumped out of bed and turned on the light.

“Aaahhhh!” I started to scream.  Bugboy ran up to me and put his hand over my mouth to quiet me.  I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.  He looked like a boy, but he had wings like a bug and was starting to glow!

“What do you want?” I asked, starting to panic now.

“I need your help, Sam,” he asked quickly.

“How do you know my name?” I asked him.  This thing was giving me the creeps.

“You know me, Sam, but you’re trying to forget.  Let me help you remember,” he pleaded, as he bent down on my floor.  Bugboy lifted the floorboard and grabbed my hand.  Something was familiar about this.  I couldn’t exactly remember what though. 

He asked me to drink something – a vial he had in his pocket.  He said it was a remembering potion. 

I was hesitant at first, but he looked so sad and afraid.  I felt I could trust him, so I took a sip.

My whole world changed again.