Ehehehe, welcome back to the manor my friends. It's been a while hasn't it? I apologize for the inconvenience my departure has left you, but I hope you enjoyed meeting some of the other residents from the manor. Eh, what's that? Oh goody, im so glad you could get along. I didn't think there'd be any issue with Jay, but I was worried Spinner might eat you...but I digress! They seemed to like you a lot, so maybe you'll see them again some time. But for now, let's begin our story, ehehehehehehehe...
Our story begins with a poor boy named Wayne. He's your typical friendly little kid who gets told a spoooooky story. Ever watch a horror movie, or read a scary story right before bed, and then you get nightmares from it? Weeeeelllll, let's just say, Wayne's about it to have it way worse then you ever will, ehehehehehehehe... I call this tale...
DREADFUL DREAMS!
Written by ToxicWolf1132
"Please mom? I promise I won't get scared!" Wayne begged. He was getting into his bed, and he wanted to hear a scary story before sleeping. His mom looked at him wearily. He was only five years old, and she didn't want him wetting the bed. "Ok...fine...but promise me you'll tell me if it ever gets too much for you, ok?" She said, after some hesitation. "YAAAAAAAY!!!" He bounced up and down. So his mom told him the story of the Dargsidan the Nightmare King. Darg was a guy with the ability to make people fall asleep, and warp any dream into a nightmare. He'd lure people to sleep, then murder then in their dreams. But before he killed them, he liked messing with them, he was sadistic that way. Wayne, despite his best efforts, was very creeped out about it. He couldn't stop thinking about the story, even as he fell asleep. Before drifting off to dreamland, he could have sworn he heard something chuckle.....
Wayne woke up. It was morning, he could tell from the light shining in his face from the window. He went downstairs and found a note waiting for him in the kitchen. "I had to leave early, be sure to make yourself some food when you wake up. Love, mom". Wayne sighed, it seemed like his mother was always working. Wayne pushed these thoughts away, and decided to make some fruit salad. He was cutting the fruit when he felt a sharp pain. Wayne screamed, and looked down. He cut his finger off! Wayne blinked, making sure what he saw was real. Only when he opened his eyes again, the finger was still attached, albeit bleeding. He went to the bathroom for some medical supplies. Putting himself to work, Wayne was pleased with his bandaged finger. He was leaving the bathroom when he saw his reflection in the mirror. It was himself...except his reflection was covered in blood, in a rusty room. He looked away, fearing for his sanity, only to realize he was standing in this rusty room, covered in blood! He screamed, and try to leave, but the door suddenly closed. A person was standing behind it, with bloodshot eyes and sharp yellow teeth. The person leaned in to Wayne and smiled. "Im going to kill you little boy" he whispered. Before Wayne could react, the man ripped his stomach open with a hacksaw, and started tearing away at Wayne's organs. Wayne screamed in pain, as the man laughed. When he finished his work, the man smiled at the corpse and said "Don't worry. You aren't going that easily. Im not done playing."
Wayne woke up. It was morning, he could tell from the light shining on his face. He went downstairs and found a note waiting for him in the kitchen. "I had to leave early, be sure to make yourself some food when you wake up. Love, mom". Wayne sighed, it seemed like his mother was always working. Wayne pushed these thoughts away, and decided to make some fruit salad. As he made the salad, he reflected on his dream. It was weird, it was eerily similar to today, he thought. Taking extra caution to not cut his finger, he went to the living room to watch some cartoons while he ate breakfast. He was laughing at a particularly funny show when he bit down on some Cantaloupe and felt pain in his mouth. He immediately spit out his food, and saw there was a rusty nail in the Cantaloupe. Blood was leaking out of his mouth. He got up to get help. He ran to the neighbor's house. The elderly couple inside opened the door when they saw him. "Why hello young man, how can we help you?" Wayne couldn't speak, his mouth was covered with too much blood. He tried to swallow quickly, but it was no good. He tried spitting it out, but his mouth wouldn't open, like it was stitched up. He frantically tried doing hand signals to alert the couple, but they didn't seem to understand. "What's he doing Marty?" The woman asked, and her husband shrugged. "Who knows? Look kid, don't wake us up so early if you're going to just be annoying." He slammed the door on Wayne. Wayne didn't notice, he was struggling to breath. He was beginning to black out when he saw the strange man from his dream. Finally, Wayne died, choking to death on his own blood and saliva. The strange man snapped his fingers, and Wayne's mouth opened, spilling tons of blood into the front lawn of the elderly couple.
Wayne woke up. It was morning, he could tell from the light shining in his face from the window. He ran down the stairs and found his mom making bacon. "What's wrong sweetie?" She said, noticing her son crying. Wayne explained the weird dream he had. "Oh I knew that story would be too much, I'm so sorry." She reached down to hug him. Wayne went into her arms, only to feel a stabbing sensation in his stomach. He pushed her away, seeing a knife sticking out of his body. He looked up and found his mom staring at him with a deranged smile. "Stay still, you damned brat!" She grabbed him and pulled the knife out of Wayne, much to his displeasure. She held it facing up in the table with one hand, and had Wayne by the hair in the other. She repeatedly slammed his face into the knife, until he went limp. The strange man was watching the scene, and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the mom realized what she had done, and in her despair, stabbed herself to death. She fell on top of Wayne.
Wayne woke up. He didn't care if it was morning, he was too busying looking at the strange man. "WHO ARE YOU?!!?" He screamed. "Im sad you haven't figured it out by now. Im Dargsidan the Nightmare King, and I'm here to claim your soul." Wayne widen his eyes, and pushed the strange man away. He ran downstairs and opened front door, hoping to escape this hellish nightmare. However, there wasn't a street. It was as if the house was floating in the air. Wayne turned around, and saw Dargsidan staring at him. "Ugh, it's no fun killing you anymore. Let's just get this over with." He turned to Wayne with a chainsaw.
Wayne didn't wake up.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, did you enjoy that story? Im glad you did. I hope you weren't reading it late at night. After all, you don't want Dargsidan to haunt you, do you? Don't worry, as long as you don't hear a chuckle before sleeping, you should be good....probably. Until next time! *closes door*
Our story begins with a poor boy named Wayne. He's your typical friendly little kid who gets told a spoooooky story. Ever watch a horror movie, or read a scary story right before bed, and then you get nightmares from it? Weeeeelllll, let's just say, Wayne's about it to have it way worse then you ever will, ehehehehehehehe... I call this tale...
DREADFUL DREAMS!
Written by ToxicWolf1132
"Please mom? I promise I won't get scared!" Wayne begged. He was getting into his bed, and he wanted to hear a scary story before sleeping. His mom looked at him wearily. He was only five years old, and she didn't want him wetting the bed. "Ok...fine...but promise me you'll tell me if it ever gets too much for you, ok?" She said, after some hesitation. "YAAAAAAAY!!!" He bounced up and down. So his mom told him the story of the Dargsidan the Nightmare King. Darg was a guy with the ability to make people fall asleep, and warp any dream into a nightmare. He'd lure people to sleep, then murder then in their dreams. But before he killed them, he liked messing with them, he was sadistic that way. Wayne, despite his best efforts, was very creeped out about it. He couldn't stop thinking about the story, even as he fell asleep. Before drifting off to dreamland, he could have sworn he heard something chuckle.....
Wayne woke up. It was morning, he could tell from the light shining in his face from the window. He went downstairs and found a note waiting for him in the kitchen. "I had to leave early, be sure to make yourself some food when you wake up. Love, mom". Wayne sighed, it seemed like his mother was always working. Wayne pushed these thoughts away, and decided to make some fruit salad. He was cutting the fruit when he felt a sharp pain. Wayne screamed, and looked down. He cut his finger off! Wayne blinked, making sure what he saw was real. Only when he opened his eyes again, the finger was still attached, albeit bleeding. He went to the bathroom for some medical supplies. Putting himself to work, Wayne was pleased with his bandaged finger. He was leaving the bathroom when he saw his reflection in the mirror. It was himself...except his reflection was covered in blood, in a rusty room. He looked away, fearing for his sanity, only to realize he was standing in this rusty room, covered in blood! He screamed, and try to leave, but the door suddenly closed. A person was standing behind it, with bloodshot eyes and sharp yellow teeth. The person leaned in to Wayne and smiled. "Im going to kill you little boy" he whispered. Before Wayne could react, the man ripped his stomach open with a hacksaw, and started tearing away at Wayne's organs. Wayne screamed in pain, as the man laughed. When he finished his work, the man smiled at the corpse and said "Don't worry. You aren't going that easily. Im not done playing."
Wayne woke up. It was morning, he could tell from the light shining on his face. He went downstairs and found a note waiting for him in the kitchen. "I had to leave early, be sure to make yourself some food when you wake up. Love, mom". Wayne sighed, it seemed like his mother was always working. Wayne pushed these thoughts away, and decided to make some fruit salad. As he made the salad, he reflected on his dream. It was weird, it was eerily similar to today, he thought. Taking extra caution to not cut his finger, he went to the living room to watch some cartoons while he ate breakfast. He was laughing at a particularly funny show when he bit down on some Cantaloupe and felt pain in his mouth. He immediately spit out his food, and saw there was a rusty nail in the Cantaloupe. Blood was leaking out of his mouth. He got up to get help. He ran to the neighbor's house. The elderly couple inside opened the door when they saw him. "Why hello young man, how can we help you?" Wayne couldn't speak, his mouth was covered with too much blood. He tried to swallow quickly, but it was no good. He tried spitting it out, but his mouth wouldn't open, like it was stitched up. He frantically tried doing hand signals to alert the couple, but they didn't seem to understand. "What's he doing Marty?" The woman asked, and her husband shrugged. "Who knows? Look kid, don't wake us up so early if you're going to just be annoying." He slammed the door on Wayne. Wayne didn't notice, he was struggling to breath. He was beginning to black out when he saw the strange man from his dream. Finally, Wayne died, choking to death on his own blood and saliva. The strange man snapped his fingers, and Wayne's mouth opened, spilling tons of blood into the front lawn of the elderly couple.
Wayne woke up. It was morning, he could tell from the light shining in his face from the window. He ran down the stairs and found his mom making bacon. "What's wrong sweetie?" She said, noticing her son crying. Wayne explained the weird dream he had. "Oh I knew that story would be too much, I'm so sorry." She reached down to hug him. Wayne went into her arms, only to feel a stabbing sensation in his stomach. He pushed her away, seeing a knife sticking out of his body. He looked up and found his mom staring at him with a deranged smile. "Stay still, you damned brat!" She grabbed him and pulled the knife out of Wayne, much to his displeasure. She held it facing up in the table with one hand, and had Wayne by the hair in the other. She repeatedly slammed his face into the knife, until he went limp. The strange man was watching the scene, and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the mom realized what she had done, and in her despair, stabbed herself to death. She fell on top of Wayne.
Wayne woke up. He didn't care if it was morning, he was too busying looking at the strange man. "WHO ARE YOU?!!?" He screamed. "Im sad you haven't figured it out by now. Im Dargsidan the Nightmare King, and I'm here to claim your soul." Wayne widen his eyes, and pushed the strange man away. He ran downstairs and opened front door, hoping to escape this hellish nightmare. However, there wasn't a street. It was as if the house was floating in the air. Wayne turned around, and saw Dargsidan staring at him. "Ugh, it's no fun killing you anymore. Let's just get this over with." He turned to Wayne with a chainsaw.
Wayne didn't wake up.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, did you enjoy that story? Im glad you did. I hope you weren't reading it late at night. After all, you don't want Dargsidan to haunt you, do you? Don't worry, as long as you don't hear a chuckle before sleeping, you should be good....probably. Until next time! *closes door*
So I don't get sued and beaten up by Mickey Mouse