I adopted this story from pandy334. From this chapter to chapter 10 is pandy's. Enjoy
The world was so gray, so dark, and so, so cold. Just like every time I visited this this terrible place. This world inside my head: My own personal nightmare. The long, slender branches of the trees swayed, reaching out to trap me in their world. They looked so much like hands. Hands that tore through my frost covered skin, reopening old wounds and ripping open new ones. I fought my very hardest. Desperately trying to get away from this place, which was rank with the smell of death and decay. That's when heard it. That heart stopping sound. It was him!
"Frost..." His voice, like a sweet melody, pulled you in only to pull you down into the inky blackness: Drowning you. Like a Siren's call it beckoned, but I knew better. I turned sharply only to find bright yellow eyes staring back at...
"JACK! Get your no good butt out of bed this minute! I mean now!" I woke up to Cupcake, my crazy aunt's, voice and the smell of stale cigarettes in the air. Great way to start the morning. Living the life. Yippee.
"That dream again." I sighed as I rolled out of bed. I had the same dream two months in a row. It always ended the same, never letting me see anything but the eyes of my stalker. A firm smack to the head jolted me out from my thoughts.
"What was that for?" I yelled, cupping my head between my hands. Auntie C snarled down at me, showing off her tobacco stained teeth. Dear old Auntie C. She has been my guardian since I was a little baby, ever since my parents died a mysterious death.
"I thought I told you to get up. You ungrateful, good-for-nothing. Ya got school, remember? When you're back, you better have dinner on the table and the upstairs attic clean. We have guests coming over for a visit. They're staying for awhile. Got it?" I nodded my head as I slowly got up from the bed and headed out to take a shower. I slipped on my signature blue hoodie and combed out my stark white hair. Auntie C won't tell me why my hair is this color. Just another one of the many mysteries of this family. As I dressed, I thought back to the man in my dreams. Who was he and what did he want with me? He scared me. Filled me with dread. He was my personal Boogieman.
I finished getting ready, grabbed some fruit from the bowl on the kitchen table, and headed off to school. As I walked, I drifted back into my own little world, A world full of giant rabbits, tiny fairies, and magic sand. Unfortunately as I walked, I wasn't exactly looking where I was going and ran into someone. That someone happened to be the Guardian High's worst bully, Henry Miser, also known as Heat Miser. He had a terrible reputation for setting things, and people, ablaze with fire.
"Hello Jackie boy." He said with a sideways smile, showing off all the holes between his teeth from his years on the football team.
"Just leave me alone, will you?" He sneered down at me, grabbing me roughly by the hair. Just as he was about to slug me, a man with spiky, black hair slammed him to the ground. I cracked my eye open just in time to see Henry being strangled by long, black, grainy tentacles. The man beat Henry for what felt like hours. Every kick and punch left me in a state of pure shock.
"Now, now. I can't have anyone killing this one just yet." My eyes widened at the sound of that unforgettable voice. I turned just in time to see two yellow eyes staring back at me. It was him! The Boogieman from my dreams! Finally, the beating of Henry stopped. The Boogieman stepped over Henry's whimpering form and slowly walked over to where I was watching, awestruck. He tapped my forehead with his pointer finger and everything suddenly began to grow dark and fuzzy. The last thing I remember knowing, before passing out, was his voice. Smooth as silk, commanding me.
"Sleep now child. We will meet again soon enough." My nightmares were even worse this time around, but this time I saw the man who wanted me dead. The face of my own personal boogieman.
