Crazy Dreams!
Summary: Just some crazy dreams of mine, I just decided to post them here.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned in this fiction, just the plots that my mind comes up with in the middle of the night.
Drifting Wolf: Others are off-topic, but I wanted to post it here because toe flow of incoming stories is too fast for my liking. Anyway, let's get it ON!
Dream 1: Haunted Scavenger Hunt
(Nightmare Before Christmas)
Drifting Wolf: Now this one is really weird, disturbing, and scary! I had this one maybe…three weeks ago and wrote what happened five days after the original date of the dream. Then, it was really vivid and it still kind of is. shudder
My brother, four of my cousins, and I were out in the middle of nowhere until my grandma suggested we go on a scavenger hunt. She hid clue bottles (like the ones on Sly Cooper if any of you ever played that game) around the whole place including a scary old house on a hill. We got to the first clue, telling us to go into the house and find the next clue. I entered in first, and it looked to be out of Nightmare Before Christmas. It had medieval weapons all over it and was really dusty in the rooms. When I got to the living room, I heard a clink clink clinking sound coming from the fireplace.
Inside was the next clue to our scavenger hunt, and there was a tall, skinny that looked like a knight cameo of Jack Skellington on top of the fireplace mantel. I approached the fireplace, seeing the backyard out a dusty window from the corner of my eye. There was a lot of junk in the backyard, all neon colors (purple, orange, green etc.) and seemed to be from Oogie Boogie's lair. I got too close to the fireplace, and the skeleton on top jumped out at me, growling and howling like a Banshee! I turned around and ran as fast as I could, but he was always on my tail, even when darting around corners.
I turned a corner, hiding in a library-like room, a huge dinosaur skeleton on a stand. It, too, came to life and started chasing me, until I got safely out the front door and rejoined my cousins, really shaken up and scared out of my wits! My cousins, all nine or less, enter the house by themselves and rush back out in a matter of minutes. My brother was with them when they entered, but he didn't come out. "Where's Kohaku?" I asked the oldest of my cousins, Riku.
"He was right behind us," he replied, "but, I think he tripped and we didn't notice!"
I ran back into the house again, calling out for Kohaku. Arriving at the living room again I found Kohaku's limp body in a pool of his own blood, near the fireplace. Picking up his body, I realized he had been stabbed in the heart; the sword was under the now-immobile Jack Skellington 'knight' cameo. Tears started falling from my eyes, landing on Kohaku's cold, pale, and blood ridden face. "D-damn it! Damn it!" I kept repeating to the air. I got up and walked out of the house, Kohaku's corpse in my arms.
My cousins greeted me at the front door, staring at the corpse. We walked my grandma who set the whole thing up. "Maybe I did too much." She said as we walked past. I woke up in my bed at 4:32 in the morning after that.
Drifting Wolf: Yeah, that's the nightmare I had. I even checked my brother's room to make sure that he was okay afterward.