Personal Narrative-Nolan's Dog And The Dimensional Warriors

Nolan’s Dog and the Dimensional Warriors

It was a dark and stormy night. My friend and I were surrounded by darkness, monsters in every corner, lightning striking every haunted house, and . . . zombies coming out of their nooks.
We finally reached the haunted castle. When we got in, there was a picture. It was a puppet, and this puppet was no ordinary puppet. It was. . . .
Creak! Creak! We had no time to lose. The puppet hit me in the eye, and Nolan dropped his bag. We both ran outside and heard a tiny, little stumble. Nolan yelled, “A puppy!” He decided to keep it.
Ten years later. . . . It was a bright and sunny morning. Nolan, his dog, Fuffy, and I were going to my old grandpa’s cabin. He disappeared from there eight years ago. Nolan and I were
“No. Why do you think that?”
“Stop talking. . . . No! L-L-Lava!”
Splash! “This isn’t lava, it’s cold. Oh my gosh, we are in juice!”
“I see a tunnel. Oh no! This is one of those places. I see the black screamers!”
“Just close your eyes.”
“But. . . .”
“Close them!”
“Fine, but that’s Marcus and Wyatt. Oh. We don’t want it crowded.”
“You can’t say that, they’re your friends.”
“Fffine. But what about the places?”
“Yeah. I was lying.”
“What?”
“That was a joke.”
“No?”
“Honest.”
“Pinky swear. Why did you lie? . . . Wait a minute. The dog!”
“Ha-ha-ha. Fuffy!”
“Listen up . . . in the tunnel! Hup-hup-hup! Let’s go.”
“Look out. That’s a sea monster!”
“Keller? Grab the key.
“Ahhh! Hi-ya!”
“Keller? Weird moon.”
“G-G-Ghosts! Run!”
“Wait! They have a portal. Come on.”
“Does anybody know how to use a chainsaw?”
“Yeah.” Cling Clang. Brrrr. Zzz. Slice.
“Stop! It is. . . .”
“Oh. You’re an elf.”
“I’m the snake guardian. You shall passssss.” Slam.
“Hello? Anybo—Ahhh!”
“Hello. Hello [echoing].”
“Hmm, hmm. . . .” Mom was humming and singing. “Well, here you go,” said Mom.
“Wait! How long were you in the cabin?”
“Hmm, five seconds. Bye.”
“Hello. I’m Chase, and you are now a dimensional