Sweet dreams young child
Obnoxious little brat
Now, child stop screaming
Only I can hear your cries
Fear is motivation
Adrenaline in my veins
Hearing your shrieking lamentations
Useless child
Never would have become anything
Daring, aren't you to believe, there's chance of escape?
Remember the stories of the boogie man?
Everywhere you hear
Devilish voices in your ears
Maybe you'll survive
And maybe pigs will fly
Night night little child
I'll see you in hell
Around you eternally
Cascading screams through the night
Shredding your very flesh
Nancy opened her eyes in the darkness. In the distance she swore she could hear childish voices chanting again and again, "Son of a hundred maniacs, son of a hundred maniacs".
Nine, ten, never sleep again
I don't believe in monsters
Get used to the idea
Hell on earth while I sleep
Tonight my daddy murdered me
Murder capital of the world
Another disappearance
Remember me
End of all days
Glen turned over in his sleep. Voices surrounded his dreams, like some sort of strange nightmare.
Believe in evil
Love the daylight
Only the children know the truth
Only the believers die
Death is an art
The coroners couldn't believe what they saw. Blood surrounded the entire room. The boy had died in the most brutal way possible.
All the doors were locked.