Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Cold Knight

The wind whistled past Nightmare as he and Dream made their way to the graveyard. Dream had a bag filled with things for the Summoning Game, all of it having been double checked by Nightmare. They reached the graveyard and Dream pushed open the gate with a creak.

Nightmare slipped in after him. He turned and shut the gate, as to not draw suspicion. He paused for a moment, feeling like there should've been something ironic about skeletons walking into a graveyard.

Their shoes sank into the almost grey dirt, but Nightmare could see footprints that signifies other were here. He looked up and peered through the darkness. In the moonlight, he could see two figures ahead of them and scowled. "Ink, get off the gravestone! Don't be fucking disrespectful!" He snapped. Ink rolled his eyes and hopped down. Blue seemed scared, staying close to them. Dream kept glancing at him.

"Blue, if you don't want to be here, you can go home." Dream said, smiling. Ink agreed with a soft statement. Blue shook his head, stating firmly that he was going to stay with them. Nightmare's attention had already been captured by their target. He nudged Dream and gestured up. They followed his gaze to see the large, white marble crypt.

Nightmare blinked and started towards it. He turned to Dream. "You're sure you want to do this?" He asked with a raised brow. Dream nodded, seeming determined. Nightmare didn't understand why, but was more than willing to help. They both dug through the bag and pulled out two black candles. Nightmare placed one on each side of the large stone door. Dream lit them with his magic. Ink and Blue stayed back.

Finally, Nightmare pulled back and turned to look at them. "Okay... it's ready... so who's knocking?" He asked, raising a brow. All three of them stared at him expectedly. He stared back before he got it and rolled his eyes. "You gotta be fucking joking." Dream smiled nervously as Blue looked away. Ink just shrugged, saying he didn't want to. Nightmare sighed and turned back to the door.

He approached it before curling his fist and raising it. He paused, his knuckle tingling. He slowly rapped on the cold marble door. One. Two. Three. He paused and waited for about three seconds before doing it again. One. Two. Three. He stopped and lowered his hand as they waited.

Around him, Nightmare could feel the air pressing in. The coldness seemed to burn his nonexistent lungs and he was sure his SOUL was pounding. He'd avoided the supernatural for years. He didn't want to get too deep into it, otherwise he would probably end up with a bunch of curses and demons.

A hand grabbed his shoulder, shocking him out of his thoughts. Nightmare shrieked, throwing himself backwards and falling against the crypt as he whipped around. A crack went through his head and he blinked, furrowing his brow for a moment. Ink was laughing wildly as Dream was scolding him. Nightmare's head pounded, but that wasn't the problem he was having. He'd gone pale, even for a skeleton.

He watched as Ink stopped laughing, his smile fading. Blue looked ready to burst into tears as he hid behind the other two. There was nothing. No crickets. No birds. No wind.

There was only one noise. Clanking. It came from behind the door to the crypt Nightmare had been pressed against. And it was getting louder. He moved to the side of it quickly, eyes wide. The candles fizzled. The flames flickered once. Twice. There was no wind, but the candles went out. The other skeletons moved back. Blue burst out into tears, disappearing as he quickly snapped his fingers.

Ink darted forward and snatched up Dream, who cried out in protest. "Wait!! We can't leave Nightmar-" His voice was cut off as Ink disappeared into a portal with him. Nightmare gulped. Everyone had disappeared. He was alone. He was weak. He was shaking as he stared down at his passive self, his body shaking. What the hell was he going to do?!