‘Eddie! Stay awake!’
‘Ah- what the’ Eddie flinched forward, the back of his skull throbbing where it had cracked against heating pipes. ‘Come on Gripes,’ he groaned. ‘What’s your problem.’
‘You know what!,’ Gripes scowled. He was crouched down in front of Eddie, his phone light throwing his shadow along the length of the corridor.. ‘His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream, remember! You go to sleep and we’re both in big trouble.’
‘That’s just a story Gripes. No one believes it.’
The torch on Gripes phone flickered. Eddie plucked it out of his hands and switched it off.
Darkness swallowed Gripes’ face, but Eddie could smell his breath.
‘Erg mate, you need to lay off the cheese and onion.’
The darkness stayed quite but Gripes’ breathing picked up. He placed his hand on Eddie’s knee.
‘Ed,’ he whispered. ‘You need to wake up!’