The Nightmare

☬ Chapter Three: Dream a Little Dream ☬

OKAY. So earlier this week I uploaded a chapter I completely wrote, but when I published it. The only thing that published was what I had before I actually started writing and that was those mix of letters. I don't know how in the hell that happen, but I didn't realize it until the next day. So for now I will not publish anything from my IPod anymore! Anyways, I hope you all can forgive me for the inconvenience. And now for sure this is the complete chapter! I hope you all enjoy, plus I made it extra longer. <3

Music provided by GamerGuy87532; he will be finding the music that best suits each chapter. Thank you GamerGuy!

"Fight the Good Fight" By Triumph

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"Heather, oh Heather. Come out come out wherever you are my darling." A stranger says in a low demonic voice. Walking around an empty mansion, the stranger smiles as it walks into the dark living room. "Empty." Glancing in the kitchen he sees it empty also.

The stranger begins chuckling, "You've gotten better at this game Heather! I'd usually find you by now!" The stranger shouts as he shakes his head in disbelief.

Walking up the flight of stairs to the second floor, he stops and walks into Heather's room. Standing in front of her drawer, he begins messing with little trinkets on her drawer. Tossing each of them to the floor, he opens up one of her drawers and pulls out a pair of underwear. Giggling to himself he flicks the underwear to the closet door.

"Could you be in here?" He softly says as he walks into the closet to see it empty. Sighing to himself the stranger walks out the room and into Ada's.

Peering inside he sees the room empty. "She made it out. Not so hard to believe considering how insane she was. I liked her. Too bad she's free now. Unlike some one I know!" The stranger shouts to the ceiling.

Heather covers her mouth as she hears his scream echo into the attic. Tightly covering her mouth she hears herself breathing hard.

The stranger steps out of Ada's room and begins walking down the hall. "Now let's check the famous Cybil Bennet's room, shall we? Let's see if she made it out."

He makes his way into her room to see it with only a bed, desk, drawer and a few frames on the walls. "So dull. And boring. Just like I remembered it." The stranger softly says to himself chuckling.

"Up the stairs we go now."

Walking up to the third floor of the mansion, he steps into the room on the first right. "Jill."

Opening her door he sees the room empty. Gasping loudly to himself the stranger walks into the middle of the room. "What the hell!? Why is she gone? She's not supposed to be gone!" The stranger immediately runs out the room to the door across from it.

Breaking through the door, he sees Chris' room with his belongings still set. "Phew. I actually got nervous for a second there." The stranger says as he laughs out loud. Stepping out of the room the stranger hears a loud thump above him. Slowly looking up at the ceiling, he smirks to himself. "Found you."

Heather gasps as she sees a lamp topple over and hit the ground, making a loud thump. Quickly getting up she makes her way to the other end of the attic to the window. Stopping in front of it she see's it nailed down. "No!" She screams out in terror.

"There you are." A quiet voice says behind her. Heather tenses up as she feels a cold breath creep up her neck. Slowly turning around she see's a beautiful green eyed man nearly inches away from her. Backing up into the window, she puts her hands behind her and begins pulling out the nails.