Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to "Are you Afraid of the Dark" or Nickelodeon.
A/N: I was a big fan of "AAD" and "Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story…"
The DreamStriders
Part 1
The sky was dark and in the horizon lightning danced and the thunder soon approached to give an out worldly applause. The wind blew through the last few forgotten trees that stood there. Would have been surprised how they would survive there. Up in the sky, clouds were moving like an infestation and then formed a hole like a mouth and a 17 year old boy named Markus plummeted from the sky. Markus was wearing his pajama's and an old faded shirt that had a band's name on it.
A force pulled him down faster and faster until he hit the ground hard. The force was great, but the plummet never hurt his body which was strange. He looked around to see the dead grounds lied before him and he was lost for words, but he managed a little...
"What the hell?" He mustered out of his lips.
As he canvased the area, in the distance he saw a long wall that was white on the bottom and black top to it. He ran to check the structure out, but the more he tried to gain he was become farther and farther away.
"Great..." he said.
Markus sighed and looked around some more and found a rock and decided to catch his breath and rest for a while. A few minutes go by that felt like hours, and he heard a faint cry of a little kid. Markus looked behind him, and saw a low sloping field that had what it appeared to be a few remains of crops and farming equipment and just next to it is a cabin. Just after he scanned the field the kid appeared, the kid was probably five or six, he was holding a teddy bear with a missing eye and an ear, and trailing him was a mist of darkness.
"Daddy...Daddy where are you? I'm Scared daddy!" The five year old screamed.
Markus shouted. "Over here...Hurry up!"
The mist of darkness caught up to the little boy and caressed over him and took him away. The Mist was approaching Markus. Markus saw this thing going towards him, he started to run..The Mist was gaining and gaining. Markus tried a last effort to run further..He ran in the direction of the mysterious wall that was there. In a stroke of luck he reaches it and it stands erect over him as if it's a taller person taunting a smaller person. He looked at the wall for a second and looked at it in both directions. The Wall Stretched as far as he could see and it stood ten foot high.
"What is this?" Markus said. He knew it was a dream..but it didn't feel like one to him.
The mist approached him a few seconds later but just hovered there. Markus's First thought of the mist was like smog when he would visit his relatives in California. Markus took a better look at the mist and saw two sets of eyes staring at him,both sets of eyes had two irises and pupil. Markus stared at the eyes until he saw the child inside of the mist trying to break free.
At last the mist dissipates and forms two figures in red cloaks. The child gone. The figures stare at Markus with no features on their face, but pure evil darkness. One of the cloaked figures pointed at Markus and screeched at him in anger. To Markus the screeching sounds like putting the stereo volume without playing the music and the hiss is there, but ten times worse. The Cloaked figures start to approach him, he makes a run towards the field he saw earlier with the cabin.
Few moments later, Markus reaches field and goes down the low slopes towards the cabin. The Cloaked figures still behind him but gaining ever so closely. Markus bangs the door open with haste in mind, and quickly scans the cabin. He sees a large plague with two scythes crossing each other, a table, a chair and a door leading somewhere, and a sliding door with some sort of slits in it. He runs towards the regular door and opens it. It's a closet. He sits there and waits.
The Cloaked figures flow through the door like a perfect breeze and look around for their next victim. The Cloaked figure from before screams again. Markus is holding his ears, but the sound is penetrating through. His ears feel wet. The screeching was continuous for what Markus thought of 30 minutes, but that could have been due to the ringing in the ears. Markus slowly nudges the door open and witnesses the cloaked figures leaving. Markus gets up from the position he was and pats his ear. He knew what it was...Blood. He wiped his hand on his pajamas and looked at the scythes, when back in the closet and rested...
A/N: Please Read and Review...I hope everyone likes it so far.. Will be writing more as soon as I can:)