Corrupted Dreams

Chapter One

???'s P.O.V

I'm so glad my father actually listened for once and got us a new house. My brother was ecstatic when we went to look over the place. He's always way too hyper, and happy about everything. It sickens me. While he is glad we moved because he can make new friends, I was glad for a much more important reason. More astrials to haunt. The people who lived in our old neighborhood were getting boring. Their astrials starting to become immune to my mental attacks. I could feel their astrials give off less and less negativity as the months progressed. I knew if we stayed much longer, the people's astrials wouldn't give me enough negativity to continue living. I suppose I should explain what astrials are and all that. You see, when a human goes to sleep they dream about, well whatever they dream about.  But in order for them to have a dream, some part of them has to be conscious. That's where their astrial, or dream body comes in. Their astrial comes out of the person's physical body, and goes to the astrial plane, or dream world. The astrial is still connected to the physical body, so the physical brain makes up the storyline of the dream, and sends it to the astrial brain. This makes the dream happen. My job is to disrupt the person's dream. Though I don't have to, I always show myself in the dream, so the person can see my true form in their dream. I want to be seen by the dreamer as I twist their dream into a nightmare. Heh, I like to be feared. Anyway, I scare the dreamer until their astrial is forced back to their physical body, causing them to wake up. Once they do, the person's dream can't stay in the astrial plane. That's when I absorb the nightmare as it breaks down into negative energy. This is my source of life. Without the negativity I would slowly but surely die...

...Sometimes I wonder if that would be such a bad thing.