Wake Up

Wake Up: Prologue

A/N: Hey, Breeeezy here. This is a story that I've had in my head for a while now, but I'm starting it right now. Btw, this is my first time with Horror/Paranormal, so I hope you enjoy. Next chapter will be in the girls pov. This kinda sucks, but give it a chance. It'll get better later on.

Wake Up: Prologue

The girl sturs in her sleep, muttering incoherent words.

It sits and watches paitently. It has all the time in the world. She has no idea its there.

Sitting and watching, sitting and watching, There's a smile on its face as it rocks back and forth, quietly. It isn't human. But it has a strange obbsession with them.

Its beady eyes roam over the girls room,  it's neck following and moving around with a crack. It's eyes cant move on their own, closely resembeling the makeup of an owl. The room looks normal. Teddy bears and makeup kits, even though she's only fifteen years old. It doesnt matter, though. She wont be seeing it again for a while. More cracks and churns are heard as he turns back to her sleeping figure.

Its smile grows wider as it thinks of whats in store for her. Cackling quietly, it starts to sing. The sounds it produces are a mixture of a thousand groans and screams. Put together in one voice.

Wont you come and play my game,

You sweet and innocent child.

Your blood will run cold,

Your screams unheard,

As we play my little game.

If you survive,

Forever will be your cries,

Your life will never be the same.

Wake up, little one. Wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

It cackles again, knowing that once it starts, waking up will be the last thing possible for the girl. It isn't like it hasn't played before.

The creature walks away from the girls bedside. It will be back.

Soon.

And when it does, there wont be any pleasent dreams for her. 

When it comes back, she'll be introduced to his game.

Wake up, little one. Wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.