A Demonic Dance

Chapter Thirty One: What's a pumpkin?

In George's opinion, the first 40 minutes of the film were just fine. The main character had had to go to this fancy house or something where the drive over would be flooded by the sea overnight. The house itself gave George creepy vibes, but as far as the house went so far it was fine. Along with that the 'woman in black' had been seen and not too long after a child ended up drinking bleach and a crazy woman carved a hanging person into table. But apart from the odd thing or so it had been fine... It was what came after that that was the problem.

The man, like all stupid movie characters do, had decided what better to do then spend the entire night at the house. You know, the highly haunted house where the ghost of a very murderous and insane lady used to live? Because why the fuck not. What better to do.

By the time the sky in the film went dark and the man was settling down, looking at papers and learning about the crazies woman George could feel his heart already racing in his chest. Nothing  completely scary had really happened, it was just at the point you could tell a jump scare was about to come smack you in the face as you're screaming at the film character to not do the dumb thing they were about to do.

Like now for example, mr main character (George had been too busy bracing for a jump scare to remember his name) who had a minuet earlier been frantically trying to open  locked door, had turned around to now find it unlocked, which obviously means that you should probably stay as far away from it like, stay away as FAR as possible. Not enter the room.

Alas anyway with the movie logic every character seemed to have the man entered the room, both watching intently as he entered the room, a large rocking chair swinging back and forth in the middle, and yet again, that wasn't even that scary. Creepy as hell yeah, but not that scary. It wasn't until the flash of a decaying person appeared in the chair did George absolutely jump out of his skin, consequentially jumping practically into Dreams side, his hand almost instantly going to grab the others arm

"Need something Georgie?" Dream hummed, an amused expression on his face from Georges reaction to the small jump scare, pulling his attention away from the film to eye up the male beside him.

"Nope. You're just taking up all the blanket thats all." George replied, missing the unbelieving glance the taller shot at him as he eyed up the copious amount of blanket lying unused to the humans left.

"Sure. Whatever you say." The other replied, shuffling slightly to get more comfortable.

George let out a sigh of relief as the film continued on, Dream paying no attention to their closeness as the film carried on, both adjusting to their new possitons. Of course, George hadn't meant to jump into Dream, but if he was honest he found watching from this new position a lot less scary, and aye, if Dream wasn't complaining, neither would he.

Alas however the comfort did not last long as it turns out the person that had rated the film a twelve obviously believed twelve year olds were psychopaths with absolute nerves of steel, because boy did it only get worse from there. And I mean so, so much more worse.

It wasn't until Mr Main character had finally got out the house and away from all the creepy shit that were trying to kill him could George relax once more, even then as soon as he got back to the village a little girl burnt herself to death.

It really was turning out to be the cheery, lighthearted film they had thought they'd be getting when it started.

And as horror movies went, what was worse got even worser, and what was scary became downright terrifying meaning George spent a vast majority of the film after that with his eyes shut, clinging to Dream.

"It's alright Georgie." Dream chuckled after what must have been another 15 minutes of film, prodding him gently in the head. "All the scary bits are done now"