The Son Of Death (A Female Creepypasta Fanfic)

Dream

Shawn POV:
I was walking in darkness, then I heard a male voice call out to me.

???: What do you seek, my child? What pains you?

I called back, not answering.

Me:Who are you? Were you the voice in my head asking to free you?

After a minute of silence, I yelled.

Me: ANSWER ME!

Then I heard him chuckle.

???: You hold all of your father's rage. Before you ask I am not referring to that drunk your so called mother called husband. No, that was not your father. They were not your family.

I yelled with anger.

Me: How would you know who my father, or my family? I don't know you.

Suddenly the voice sang a lullaby, the first lullaby that I remember hearing. The only one I remember hearing.

??? (singing):
Hush ity bity one, the time has come for thee.
Soon you will come home, you will rule this land.
But for now ity bity one, you need to be free.
Learn to come home, mommy and daddy will send.

I called out, trembling.

Me: Who... Who are you? Where did you hear that song? ANSWER ME NOW!

I felt myself transform, showing off teeth and claws. To my surprise the voice laughed.

???: Oh my, you've inherited some traits from both of your true parents.

I yelled.

Me: MY PARENTS WERE NOT MONSTERS! THEY WERE HUMAN!

The voice just repeated his chuckle.

???: Really now? If I recall correctly, your "father" was a drunk that hurt you, my child. His pathetic and meaningless existance is now over. You can come home. Find me, free me, and I will tell you everything.

Then I felt his presence fade until there was nothing left....

Okay guys and gals: it's voting time! But before I give you the options I have a few things to say:
1: I'm not a song writer so I'm sorry if the lullaby sucked.
2: I'm sorry for taking so long I was without internet.
3: Thank you all for sticking with me in this story, all of your comments about my stories being good are quite possibly the only thing keeping me going at this point. So from the deepest part of me, thank you.

All that aside what should Shawn do, should he:
A: Tell Slenderwoman about this dream.
B: Ignore it.
Or
C: Go out on his own and look for this mysterious person.

The choice is yours, but be careful: this may affect the story as a whole.