Mystery Kids: The Darkness Within Revamped

Disclaimers: Coraline Jones and Wybie Lovat are owned by Henry Selick, Norman Babcock and Co. are owned by Chris Butler, Dipper Pines and Co. are owned by Disney, and Razputin "Raz" Aquato and Lili Zanotto are owned by Double Fine and are all copied without permission. Any other characters used belong to their original owners, and are also be copied without permission. I do not own any of the characters I will mention in this story. I have made this story for fun and not profit.

Writer's Note: This is a remake of an older story so please bare with me.. Second, this format may be different from my other stories, since I've taken writing classes... ive also had a very long hiatus since I've written anything, so I might be kinda rusty on writing in character.. As for the story, this takes place after 'The Mystery Kids' animatic so, they mah or may not be the same age as they were in the animatic. This story has a bit of violence and filled with suspense. If this is not your forte you may want to find a different story to read... If you want to read on, don't say I didn't warn you (Rated PG-13 for dark themes and violence)

Prologue

Norman Babcock cour see nothing with the seemingly empty room he was in. The ground beneath him was slick with what he could only assume was a water. The air had a musty and damp smell with a foul lingering odor that he couldn't place.

"Hello?"

His voice echoed within the darkness around him. It took a few moments for his eyes had adjusted to the darkness before he could see the where he was. A long dark corridor stretched out before him, the walls made of from stone or maybe concrete, which had weathered with age.

Norman took a step, immediately regretting the action as he lost his footing and stumbled to the floor. That was when foul odor finally reached his nose and he grimaced at the thick metallic smell.

Groaning, Norman slowly lifted himself from off the grimy floor. Gagging, he tried to wipe whatever splashed onto his face but froze as his hand grazed up against something lying on the floor to his left. It was an old flashlight.
Without hesitation, Norman quickly tried to turn on the light. The flashlight flickered before finally coming to life.

Staggering to his feet, Norman soon steadied himself. As Norman took a step, he saw the light glinting off of something on the floor. A chill ran up his spine as he glanced down at what he assumed had been water, was instead a pool of deep, crimson blood. Norman stood, numb from shock as he followed the trail of crimson. Near far wall lie the rotted remains of a young girl.

Norman's heart leapt into his throat as he scrambled back, trying to keep his distance from the corpse. He froze as he felt something hot brush across the back of his neck. Norman turned slowly, a sense of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. Behind him, a round pair of eyes stared back at him from the darkness. As the being loomed over him, something metallic glinted in the dim light. It was a long and sharp carving knife.

As the blade came down, a loud scream left Norman's throat as he shot out of sleep like an arrow, sitting up so fast the room seemed to spin around him. Norman took in heaving breaths as cold sweat ran down his face. He frantically began to check himself for injuries. Finding none, Norman began to calm down. That was until he heard a loud stomping echoing from down the hallway.

"Oh, great..." He groaned as he heard shouting from down the hall.

That was when the door to his room slammed open and his angry sister Courtney stormed into the room.

"UGH! What is UP with you!? Don't you know what TIME it is!?" she nearly shouted, completely frustrated.

"Sorry! I can't help it!" Norman shouted back.
"Just because you have those stupid powers of talking to dead people, doesn't mean you can just keep everyone up at night."

Courtney soon huffed and scowled at her brother.

"We'll talk about this later... Right now, I need my beauty-sleep..."

"Yeah... Have fun with that..." Norman mumbled angrily, glad she had already left.

Norman sighed, putting his hands to his face before runhinged at his eyes groggily. He laid back in bed, glancing at the clock on his phone. Norman groaned as he realized it was around 3:14am. Norman laid there, thinking to himself. After at least a few minutes, he sighed again and soon began to dial his phone. It rang for a minute before a groggy voice answered.

"Neil... It's Norman..." he said and paused. "I know it's late... But... I think I had a vision..." He paused again. "I think we should call Dipper and the others in the morning... I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen..."

Norman then hung up and tried to go back to sleep. Yet, no matter how much he tried, all Norman could think of was the gruesome scene and the dark entity that now haunted in his vision.

A/N: As I've mentioned, I had taken Rhetoric and Composition, which gives the facts that diologe is always indented and the paragraphs are more separated.. I know this is basically the same as before, but I wanted to tweak it a bit more and give a more adult feeing to it.. As I had said, I'm not used to wrioting after so long, so just bare with me.. If you have any questions, please leave a comment and let me know

*UPDATE*

The indenting doesn't show up on here apparently.. So just disregard what I had said about indenting the dialogs.. XC