After flirting with. Every. Single. Male. She. Saw. Auntie C finally decided to go home. I stared out the window of our old pick-up truck as it sputered and fought to live, spitting out smoke like a dragon.
I rubbed my face and groaned. Days like today make me miss Momma and Papa. Momma was as beautiful as Papa was handsome. I like to think that they are watching me up on the moon. Momma told me God built Heaven there and I believe it. Just picture it with me! A bright, glowing catsle made of pure pearls with streets made of dazzling gold. I bet you're wondering how no one has found it yet? Momma said God put a spell around it that made it invisible.
I was just starting to dose off when Auntie pulled into the driveway of our home. We lived in a large Victorian styled home, made of brick. It was beautiful, but made great nightmare fuel. You couldn't believe how many of my nightmars started in my own home.
"Hey! Useless!" Auntie's voice cut through my thoughts once again, "Get in the attic and start cleaning! The guests will be here soon and they will be using the attic as a room. I already have the beds in there, just sweep and mop." She seemed more tired than angry, I felt sorry for her. After my folks died, she turned to alcohol to dull her pain and lashed out at anything that reminded her of Momma and Papa. Unfortunatly, I fall under that category.
"Okay Auntie." That's all I can really do. Agree and move on. I made my way up the stairs and soon found myself in the attic A small nudging at my feet caught my attention.
"Hey girl! How's my favorite little kitten doing?" My adorable little kitten, Snowflake, rubbed up against my leg begging for attention. "Who's my little baby? You are! Yes you are!"
...what?
...I love my cat.
A few hours later, the attic was spic and span. Shinning and ethernet-like...yop. Clean. As I turned to leave, something big and hard fell on top of my head. And it hurt! I looked down to find a large, leather clad book.
The Book of Dreams and Other Magical Things.
"What the crap? Book of dreams? Is this some kind of dream journal?" The cover had golden swirls sprinkled around the edges and had little drawings of various magical Fae and other creatures. For some reason or another, the book smelt like honey and cinnamon. It was a wonderful smell. One would describe it as...well...magical. The first few pages were mainly intro pages, but as I flipped to page twelve I felt my blood run cold. It was him! A rough sketch of my Boogieman stared back at me, piercing my very soul with fear. The page read...
Name-Pitch Black
Height-7.3
Power-Control of fear, nightmares, and darkness.
Pitch Black has always been the thorn in my side. Once again he has visited my son in his nightmares. Why he's so obsessed with my family, I'll probably never truely know. Once upon a time he was the sole protector of the children, but something has happened to him. He visited me the other night, in person no less. Apparently, in the near future, one of my family, my own flesh and blood, will be the key in his rise to power. He hates humanity with a passion. He planes to kill every last one. Why will forever be a mystery. The only way to stop him is-
The rest of the writing was covered in a dark, inky substance that I cannot name. As I settled with flipping through the rest of the book, I did not notice as a pitch dark shadow began to form over me...
