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This is just a continuation of "Disturbed" that I wrote previously. If you kept your intrest from the last one then I hope you'll like this. Enjoy.

Note: if you have not read, “Disturbed” Then this will not make sense.

Haunted
Balto was just about to fall asleep when he heard a voice. It gave an eerie good night. He jumped up to look for anybody who could have said it. No one was there except for a sleeping Boris. He shook Boris awake.
“Boris wake up.” he yelled.
“What, what, what!?” he honked.
“I think there’s someone else on the boat.” Balto said looking around.
Boris did the same. “I don’t see no one! You are paranoid! Go back to sleep!” he grumbled. He did not care to be woken up in the middle of the night for no reason.
“Boris is right. I’m just seeing things.” he murmured.
“Aye! I don’t want to be kept up half of night by your mumbling!” complained Boris, “I am very tired.”
“Okay fine. Bird brain.” he said to himself.
“I heard that!” Boris called.
Balto said nothing more and both tried to go to sleep. Boris of course, had no trouble sleeping. I took Balto a good hour to drift off.
Balto was in a flowery meadow. Different colored flowers dazzled his vision and the sun was shining. Not another soul was insight. In front of him rose a mountain. ‘This is nice.’ he thought.
“Oh look guys. He’s with us now.” said a voice.
“Ooh great. Now we can really have fun.” commented another.
“Yeah, he’s where he cannot escape.” said a third voice.
“Who are you?” asked Balto, looking around.
“No one you need to know about. Like we said, you’re with us now.” cackled the first voice.
“Let’s make this scene more appropriate.” replied the third voice.
All of a sudden black clouds painted the skies. Balto watched around him as the once pretty flowers started to die. A heavy rain started to pour. It washed away all the soil and leaving a rocky wasteland. Balto couldn’t believe it. This once beautiful scene turned to a nightmarish landscape.
Balto looked around. “What have you done? Tell me who you are!”
“But why would we want to do that? It’s too much fun.” giggled the second voice.
“You know what else is fun?” the third voice asked Balto. “Causing you to have the worst dreams ever.”
Balto heard snapping and groaning. He felt something slide over his paws and immediately looked down. Root-like things had come up from the ground and ensnared his paws. He couldn’t move. Snakes appeared and started to crawl all over him. A wolf pack came from the horizon and surrounded Balto. They started laughing. Balto also saw some familiar dogs. Nikki, Kaltag, Star, Steele, and Jenna. He couldn’t believe his eyes. his best friends and mate were laughing at him. Complete strangers were mocking him. The next thing that happened hurt, Jenna went over to Steele and nuzzled him. Then, as if told to do so, the snakes that had previously been crawling over him suddenly bit him, hard.He awoke with a yelp and started breathing heavily. The sun had risen a while ago. It was almost noon. The dream had seemed so real.
“That was a terrible nightmare.” he said. “Hey, Boris, where are you?”
He saw a shadow in the corner.
He turned around. “Ah Boris, I’m happy you’re here. Boris?”
Boris wasn’t there.
“Oh please tell me I’m not insane.” Balto prayed.

Dragon Tamer--> I know that you don't really care for it. This may be the only one of this kind that I write. The reason being that I am writing this is because different people have different likes and dislikes. I want to be polite in saying this but, if you do not want to read it I am not forcing you.

I understand. And as a friend and a fellow writer, I offer you this advice: Don't let the crowd have too much influence on the way you write. I've tried writing stories outside of my area of expertise, and I totally bombed. It's good to try stretching your borders a little, but you should always remember why you're writing. In other words, don't write for the crowd, write for you (and if you're like me, for God- but that's another story).

In other words, don't write for the crowd, write for you (and if you're like me, for God- but that's another story).