The both of us fell into deep sleep for the night.  I remember dreaming of a beautiful meadow with a tree made of pink flowers.  
The pedals rained down on me and my brother.  We both wore a necklace of the silver bullet Old man Johnny had made us.  
The alarm woke us as it was time to go to school.  As we arrived there were many people standing outside.  Our friend Kevin had died.
He was 12 years old. They found him by the creek torn apart with his head severed.  The creature had done it again.
They dismissed school for the day.  My brother and I ran home to get the silver bullet. It shined ever so in any light.
It even seem to shine in the darkness.