Scare Stories

Night Terror...

It was dark all around you. Wordless whispers bounced around in the dark. A faint light poured from a door. Beyond it was your brother. He turned around and stared back at you, his usual laugh faded from his lips replaced by the hard stony like look your best friend had when he was mad. But what surprised you was his eyes. They were pitch black and empty... Replaced instead with nothing but a void of hate and anger. He took a step closer to you, malice dancing in the contours of his face as he reached to you. You took a step back only to be met by a wall, you had nowhere to go. No where to run. He spoke suddenly, his voice demonic and laced with poison and malice "whats wrong Sweetie? Are you afraid?" he asked in the demonic voice stepping closer to you. You shook your head, not trusting your voice. He grinned and revealed horribly sharp teeth almost demon like "Really?" he asked his grin widening to something inhumane as he stepped closer again. He suddered frighteningly and blinked at you "your scared of your own brother?" someone else appeared, your best friend, Andrew, he had his back to you "Andrew?" you whispered to your best friend, he turned and revealed a permanent grin carved into his lips, his eyes gouged out leaving only the empty sockets "whats wrong baby?" Andrew stepped closer, in perfect sync with your demonic brother, who's lips drew back further "are you afraid?" A third voice hissed, hauntingly in your ear. His familiar arms wrapped around you. Usually they were loving, this time... They were hateful. George looked down at you the demonic like teeth glinting in the bright light of the room as he grinned just as widely as your brother "Afraid my love?" his voice was demonic and his eyes pitch black like brother's. "What are you?" you asked in a panic "Don't you remember?" your brother asked maliciously "I'm your brother, always following you..." Andrew nodded in agreement and stepped closer "and I'm your best friend, always watching..." George tightened his arms around you "and I'm the love of your life, always with you..." Their voices lowered drastically and demonically at the end of each sentence. Another familiar voice came from the distance, calling your name, it sounded almost ghost like as your brother and andrew stepped closer again. The voice seemed to be coming from all around you as your brother creased your cheek leaving a pitch black trail in the wake of his thumb. Andrew creased your arm and terrible mind numbing pain shot through it. Demonic George only gripped you tighter, forcing the breath from your lunges. A bright flash of light came from over head. The three of them hissed at it but didn't let you go. Someone grapped your hand tightly. Your brother grabbed your face in his hand, Andrew took a hold of your other arm and George tightened his grip on your waist, straining against the pull. Hope shot through you. You would be okay. Then the grip on your other arm started to loosen as the three demonic figures started sinking into the floor. Your hope was fading. The voice was almost a whisper as it begged "don't let go..." The voice had come from the rapidly fading light. You were waist deep in the ground and the hand holding onto your started to slip a little more. The only thing that wasn't causing you pain was slipping. The hand's fingers were grappling for yours as the voice spoke distantly. Almost inaudibly. Almost. "don't let go... You'll die..." the hand was slipping even more "Take it" the voice tried one more time before fading completely, you were now covered to just below your shoulders. Your lower half was burning with so much pain it made you want to pass out. The hand grabbing for yours had curled its fingers around yours, desperately attempting to pull you free. To pull you to safety. Your brother snarled and his face shifted slightly as the hand grabbed a hold of your wrist and pulling with all its might. Your brothers teeth turned longer and sharper as the grin spread to his ears and his eyes became nothing but hollow sockets. The hand pulled and you lifted by an inch. You were going to make it... Andrew took a hold of your throat cutting off your air supply. You found you couldn't wake up... No matter what... It seemed you were stuck and the only way out was the soft hand that was slowly losing its grip inch by inch. Your lungs constricted. It felt as if your skin was being scorched but your lungs were filling with water as your nose and mouth sunk underneath the surface. The last thing you'll ever hear would be your mother begging you to wake up before water filled your lungs while fire scorched and lapped at your skin...

Sleep well little one, for we are always watching, always following, always close... We are with you when you sleep. We haunt you during the day and we attack when you are weak.
We are the Night Terrors...
Sleep well...
Have a good night...
And don't let the dreams bite...