A chuckle bounced off the walls, seeming to carry on forever, the teasing tone of it seeming to sneer at you. And though the laugh itself wasn't sneering at you, something was. More like someone, if you'd like to call him that.
Mr. Sandman has come out to play, and you were his toy.
Relax and enjoy yourself.
Ha.
If that's even possible.
"Hello, dear."
A small whisper floated over to you, holding those wretched words.
The words that signaled your end.
"What's wrong," the voice asked, mock concern in its voice. "Aren't you excited to play?" It chuckled again, even louder this time, making your skin crawl as goosebumps appeared. It seemed Mr. Sandman was already enjoying his time with you.
The shadow loomed closer to you, but there was no where to go, you weren't tied up or anything, no. Mr. Sandman didn't need any help from ropes. His voice was enough to freeze you up in place. It was also amazingly dark, like a new level of pitch blackness, if that makes any sense. You look up, squinting your watery eyes as you tried to focus on the outline of the man,
