The Nightmare
Billy Boyd was not the typical kid on the block. He liked Horror and Sci-Fi movies which made him a nerd to everyone else. He could devour a whole bowl of popcorn before one movie was over. He would do anything just to not have to sleep. If he could get through more than one night without sleeping it was a miracle and the more he avoided sleep, the more he avoided the nightmare. It was so terrible, he once came very close to cutting off his own eyelids to stay awake. He had heard about a kid that did such a thing years before for this nightmare wasn't new to anyone. Anyone that has lived in Springwood for the last 30 years knows exactly what this nightmare is about.
The terribly burnt man that wears a fedora and a terribly outdated Christmas sweater everyone knew his name but no one dare speak it. For that is what fuels his power. The last nightmare was not as bad as the others. He was driving around town waving to everyone and it seemed like a dream within a dream. He didn't notice me or chose not to. When I woke up it left me wondering what it meant. Is he going to kill me or just fuck with me forever? I don't have a lot of people left to talk to about the nightmares as everyone in Springwood has gone crazy or moved.
If you visit anyone in Westin Hills they are of no help anymore. They are too drugged or don't remember anything. I've been seeing what I think are ghosts of some of his victims in my dreams. I haven't tried talking to one yet because I was afraid he would find out. I discovered what I think is a secret back door into and out of the dream. If I can get one of the ghosts with me maybe we can come up with a plan.-Chapter 1.