Pitch woke to the sound of rainfall. He wasn't sure how long he had slept, but it had felt oddly good. He glanced over at Tracey, who looked completely devastated. He could understand, a child so young being trapped inside the house for two days straight.

He rose from the floor and walked past, ignoring their conversation. It didn't really concern him.

"I hear noises; I think he's in your house."

Turning, he could see Tracey looking around, most likely for him. He smiled, knowing that Tracey was starting to acknowledged that he was still around. Making a shadow shift slightly was his response.

His thoughts would flick back to his dream. It was of that girl again. As Tracey spoke about hers, Pitch tried to get his off his mind. It was different last night. This time, he was dressed differently; in golden armour. He had greeted her with a simple, "I'm home, sweetie." They spent the majority of the dream sitting in a garden, watching butterflies flutter around.

"What's wrong, Trace?"

"He's in the basement."

Pitch smirked and walked behind Tracey. Tapping on her shoulder, he leaned down to her level. She turned, meeting face to face with him.

"Boo."

Tracey gasped and covered her face. He chuckled, "You're a smart kid, now, you just tell your cousin that I'm gone."

"Tracey, you're starting to freak me out."

Tracey did as she was told. As she did, though, the sun broke through the clouds. He glanced up, seeing that Valeraine was also looking directly at him. Pitch scowled and retreated to the basement.

"I love the zoo!"

"Leaving me alone, again? Alright, but I'll have something in store for you when you get back."

Hearing the door shut, Pitch returned upstairs. The sunlight was rather harsh, but he knew that it would change soon. He went to look at the sky, but retreated back into shadows. It was still fairly cloudy, most of which being storm clouds, which meant it was most likely going to rain again.

Pitch loved the rain. To be exact, he liked the fear that it brought, especially with thunder storms. So many people were terrified of thunder and lightning for no real reason. Mother Nature did give a pretty clear warning when lightning was going to strike and there was only a one in a million chance of actually getting struck by lightning. It was still a powerful fear and one that made him stronger.

He had explored the house the day before last, it wasn't like he needed to explore it again. He could hear a Nightmare, huffing from the guest room. Upon entering, he saw Dysis, his lead mare, waiting for him.

What took you so long, master? Shouldn't we try and make mares in new areas?

"Why do you question me? I told you, I came her to make mares, and that's what I'm doing."

In this entire time you've been here, you've only made two mares.

"I've made three, unless Sanderson took one out last night."

He did.

"Besides, I'm making two more tonight and two more tomorrow. Six mares should be enough to start a new herd in this area."

Couldn't you just keep some of the birds over here?

"The birds are still being worked on. They're disobedient. Now, go. The storm's bringing darkness again. Children and adults, alike, are going to be scared and you know that you need to be out in the field making sure none of the other mares get captured."

Dysis only shook her head. When will you learn? She trotted towards the wall, fading into the shadow. Pitch rolled his eyes, "When will I learn? I know what I did wrong and I'm not making the same mistake again."

A door downstairs opened. Pitch heard running, headed towards the guest room. He hid, not wanting to raise any flags to make Tracey want to sleep in the same room with Valeraine again. He noticed that she grabbed crayons and a colouring book.

Without a word, he went back downstairs and sat in the shadows, keeping an eye on the girls. It wasn't before long that they began their daily ritual before bedtime. He returned to the guest room, sitting in the chair in the corner. Valeraine sat on the end of the bed, letting Tracey take over.

"Tonight, I'll tell you about the Easter Bunny!"

"Oh yeah," Pitch muttered, "The last Pooka, damn thing."

"He's cool and awesome! And, of course, has Easter. He hides all the eggs for us to find and makes them pretty colours like purple!"

"If you find that attractive in any way."

He left the room before the rest of the conversation. He really wasn't interested in it. Returning to the basement, he planned on leaving. There was no sense in him staying if there was nothing to be gained.

It wasn't before long that he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He stepped back, knocking a box to the floor. A gasp caught his attention.

"Uhm, was that you, Mr. Boogeyman? You know, you have my cousin quite the scare earlier today."

"Yeah, so? You realize you're having a one-sided conversation since you can't hear me, right?"

"So, do you have a name? 'Cause, it's annoying to call you Boogeyman all the time."

"It's Pitch Black, again, not like you can hear me," he wondered why he was even trying to talk to her.

"Alright, look. Yeah, I will honestly say I believe in you, but I don't see you. So, prove me right if you're real; give me a nightmare or really weird unexplained dreams. Or do you only do that to children?"

Pitch glanced over at Valeraine. Shadows shifted as he did, "If you really want a damn nightmare, I'll gladly give you one. You're afraid of being alone, amongst other minor... trivial things."

"OK... so, I'm going to stop talking. I'm getting creeped out down here, so, Good Night, Boogeyman."

Pitch only gave Valeraine a look. Good night? I figured you would've already guessed that I work at night, he thought. Gritting his teeth, he emerged from the basement. Watching Valeraine, he made sure that she was asleep and having a wonderful dream before approaching. It was one of few times that Pitch would actually enter someone's dream.

It seemed fairly normal. Pitch found Valeraine with, what he believe, was her family at a private waterfall oasis. The cliff the waterfall was coming from was fairly high up. He saw that the girl was at the edge, looking down.

Calling was coming from the bottom of the waterfall, "It's alright Val! We won't let anything happen to you!"

Pitch hovered over her, looking down at the pool below. Slipping into the shadows, he went behind the waterfall, seeing there was a cave behind it. Every dream has the potential to become a nightmare, he thought, returning to the top.

All it took was one little push. She wavered, turned to go to grab onto something. In that one second, Pitch could've sworn that he could see the fear in her eyes of seeing him. She fell, falling, tailbone first, into the water. He dove in after, knowing that Sandy was going to fight for this dream and have her family rescue her.

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her into the cave, making sure that her family couldn't find her. Once deep enough in, he released her arm and faded into the shadows, watching as she panicked slightly. Alone in the dark. Falling from heights. Let's try a common fear, shall we? With that thought in mind, a few spiders formed, some hanging from webs.

One spider, about the size of a tarantula, jumped from one wall to the other. A smile curled on Pitch's lips as a scream escaped Valeraine's. It was at that moment that Pitch had full control over the dream. He watched as Valeraine tore through the, now endless, cave. She wanted to escape. He knew it.

He gave her that luxury, at a price. A light at the end of the cave. There was hope in Valeraine's eyes as she ran towards it.

Another long fall. Pitch hovered on a cloud of Black Sand above, watching her fall. In a way, he felt bad, but she did ask for a nightmare. A loud splash and the cave was gone. There was nothing but water for miles. Pitch floated down to her level, making eye contact.

"Regret asking for a nightmare now?" he chuckled before leaving the dream.

Black Sand swirled over her head.

Finally! This chapter is done! Hopefully, I gave Merrr16 something good to work off of. I must say this to Pitch though, Calm down Satan. Jeez. I don't even know where that writing came from, I suppose my bad mood really gets me writing some interesting stuff.

Well, I gotta wait for Chapter 5 of my girlfriend's story before I can close this one up. I'll be taking the time to work on some short stories I promised on another website.

Anyways, please, review. Message me if there's any grammatical or spelling errors. Thanks for reading!