The Horrors of Our Mind [COMPLETED]

The Boy with No Name

There once was a little boy whose name was unknown. He was alone, no parents. Where they went, he didn't know. Every morning when he awoke, he would find himself to be somewhere else other than his bedroom, in which he would fall asleep. Each time he would wake up, someone would go missing in the small town he lived in.

Exasperated and getting tired of his sleepwalking, he slowly walked back home, shuffling one onesie footie covered foot after another, with the fabric bottoms becoming worn and dirty. He never knew what he did during the time he was asleep, but whatever he did frighten him to his bones.

Sometimes, he would wake up with dirt all over him, other times a crimson liquid that resembled blood. Once, the little boy woke up and found himself in an abandoned building surrounded by candles that formed a ring.

All he knew is that when he wandered in his sleep, he had horrific nightmares that would only appear in the darkest of movies, but he never watched a horror movie in his short life. One night before he dozed off in a terror-filled sleep, he could hear a malevolent voice whisper in his small ear, causing his large blue eyes to widen.

"I'm coming to get you," the voice said

After that, the nameless boy fell limp into a deep slumber, and whatever whispered in his ear loomed around him in a dark blackened haze and soon evaporated into thin air not to be seen or heard.

Within a couple of minutes, the little boy's body got up and slowly started walking out of his bedroom, as for where he was going, the destination was unknown. the boy made his way downstairs and out of the front door, where the drivers of the night sped up and down the street, clueless of the little boy walking down the sidewalk along the street.

The boys head was filled with nothing but darkness and pure evil. In his nightmare, a dark voice was speaking to him, telling him what to do. It was like this most nights, and the little boy was unable to control what he did, he was under control of the blackened mist. One foot after another stumbled and made their way down the street to the house at the edge of the forest at the end of town.

He stumbled his way into the forest, tripping over rocks and roots jutting out of the ground. He soon got to his destination, his footed onesie now covered in dirt and ripped at the toes and knees. The sleeping boy arrived to where the blackened mist wanted him to go. The boy stopped in front of a large pile of leaves, which he pushed back to reveal cold, rotting bodies and a shovel. All night he spent his time making shallow graves for each body.

Mother
Father
Sister
Baby Sister
the little girl across the street
Teachers Aid
and so many more

All the people who've gone missing over the past year. Their rotting dead bodies never to be found, their family would never know what happened, just that they disappeared into thin air.

once the bodies were buried in the shallow graves, the nameless boy put a single large rock on top of each grave, creating a circle, which resembled the circle of candles the first time he woke up from sleepwalking.

He shuffled his way into the middle of the circle, then his body collapsed with the blackened mist to leave the boys body once again.