Authors note: Ok, I know this isn't very scary yet, but keep your pants on! I'm building storyline here! LET THE SCARINESS BEGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 1

- Sleeping Awake?

A year had past since Kyle's death. He was already mostly forgotten by anyone but the people close to him, and even they had their times when Kyle was the furthest thing from their minds. Over time, Kimmy slowly came out of her shock, and back into society. Sadly, Sheila was still nowhere to be seen.

Tonight wasnt a picteresque night. Unless we're talking picteresque for a horror movie. It was pouring outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning. It had been doind that all week, all through the day and the night. Eric Cartman got no sleep because of this, and it made hiim grumpier and more of an asshole than before.

"Goodnight sweetiekins, sleep tight, and remember what momma told you" cooed Cartman's mother. Still as overprotective as ever.

"Dont let the begbugs put their foot in my ass!"

"Thats right"

With this little bedtime ritual done, Miss.Cartman turned off the lights an closed the door. Eric snuggled down under the covers, and soon enough, was fast asleep.

Thats when the dream started.

Cartman woke up with a start, and found himself to be anywhere but his room. He seemed to be in a very long hall, there was no lighting whatsoever, but it wasnt pitch black. The walls were strangely covered in long black vines, with deadly black thorns on them. Cartman stood where he was, afraid to move.

Out of the corner of his eye, a shadow moved. There was a loud screaming sound, then Cartman took off like a bullet down the hall. He didnt care what the sound was, he just kept running for his life!

As he ran, he swore he could hear laughter, like that of a child's. Like he cared. He kept running and running, until he ran straight into a pole. He hit his head rather hard, and sat on the ground rubbing it for a few moments, whimpering like a puppy. Then he looked up, and saw that it wasnt a post he ran into.

It was Kyle.

"Oh god! Kyle, is that you?" He asked, totally forgetting the fact that Kyle had died a year ago. He was just happy for a familiar face.

Kyle slowly nodded. When he did, Cartman threw all of his fears away and threw his arms around him.

"Oh Jesus, I was so scared, I'm just glad your here!"

Then Cartman suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He pulled away from Kyle and examined it. His arm, just above his elbow, was bleeding.

"Ow" he seethed through clenched teeth as he pulled a small, black, deathly sharp, and barbed at the tip thorn out of his arm.

"What the hell?"

Cartman continued to stare down at his bleeding arm, and the thorn. There was a short, but loud ripping sound, and he looked up.

Kyle was gone. In his place stood a huge, towering, black monster. It had long limbs like a spider, each barbed with black thorns, on its back stood at least fifty bright red spikes, and it had bright, shining green eyes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Cartman turned and ran faster than he thought he ever could. He had seen alot of weird monsters, in both his imagination, movies, and real life, but none of them matched up to the one that was casing him.

"HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He continued to scream as he ran through the hall, but it was no use, he was alone, and the monster was gaining. He tripped, which was just typical in a scene like this. He fell flat on his face, and put his hands over his head. Cartman knew he was going to die, all he could do know was pray.

There was a very loud shattering sound that echoed the hall, then Cartman woke up. Miss.Cartman was leaning over his bed, hugging him tightly.

"Its ok poopiekins, you just had a nightmare"

"But, but, the monster, big black monster, and Kyle! Kyle was there!"

"Oh you're probably just upset. Dont worry, mommy will make you a sandwhich." With that she headed downstairs.

Cartman watched her leave, then looked around the room. Before he woke up he heard a shattering noise, what was that? He looked around some more, then almost screamed.

The mirror on the opposite wall from his bed had shattere completly. The glass was thrown everywhere, its a wonder his mother hadnt seen it.

He tried to get out of bed to get his mother, but stopped at a sharp stabbing pain in his arm. He looked over, and, just above his elbow, his arm was bleeding.

And lying on the side of his pillow, was a black thorn.