Ben Tennyson

( All characters are aged up to be at least eighteen)

Ben Tennyson was bored, it was the summer before he head to college. Normally he would be with his grandfather but he wanted to spend some time by himself. It also been very peaceful, now that wasn't to bad. It just meant that Ben had very little to do. So when his mother said she wanted someone to go with her to an antique store and his father out of town. Ben got stuck coming his mother.

So Ben was sighing as he was in a dusty old store. His mother was off looking at stuff. So Ben was by himself as he looked through the countless items. To him it was just junk, well until he spotted a weird old key. It was a simple bronze key, noting special about it. Ben just felt something off about.

" See something you like." Said an old feminine voice.

Ben turned around and saw the owner. Just a plain elderly woman wearing normal clothing.

" Hello." Said Ben, the old woman smiled.

" You like that key." Said the old woman.

Ben shrugged.

" You should, legends say it has magical powers. It's called the Dream Key, if you hold it and whisper the name of a person before why you sleep. It will let you enter their dreams and control them." Said the old woman.

Ben just smirked.

" Don't believe me." Said the old woman.

Somehow she got Ben to buy the key, and soon after his mother found him. She had several items with here. As Ben packed up the items she bought. Ben felt like he got tricked as the key was in his packet. As he and Sandra let the store, a wind blew and the store wasn't there anymore.

It was late at night as Ben got ready for Bed. He pulled out the key from his pants. He laid in bed as he held the key. He still through it was just some lie, he huffed. He was getting tired, he yawned.

" Well it couldn't hurt." Said Ben, as he was about to fall asleep. Ben through about and whispered....