Disclaimer: I do not own Nightmare before Christmas. Burton does. Yes...that's right...Burton does. Which means he owns Jack...but that doesn't mean I can't buy that 6 foot Jack Skellington doll at the mall and pretend I own Jack... O.o
I can't sleep anymore, I can't even walk in my own home without being afraid. Im so confused...why me?
The young girl walked down the darkened hallway towards the dim light that lit the kitchen. A drink of water, yes...maybe that'll help. God, she'd try anything just to get a little sleep. Was that so much to ask? To be able to slip away into one's fantasy realm? Clearly, it was.
What did I do? Oh Lord, why me!
She was only nine, a small girl. At one point, she had been normal. Or as close as a human being can come to what people call "normal." But that all changed two years ago on that fateful Christmas night when the skeleton appeared in her home.
No...don't think about it...
The small child could remember awaking to the sound of someone entering the home. And thinking that it truly was "Santa"...the girl was more than happy to go and greet him. But what she found...she soon discovered that it wasn't old Saint Nick.
NO! DON'T TALK ABOUT IT!
The young girl stopped some yards away from the entrance to the kitchen, listening to the clock chime twelve. Oh no...it was that time again. Midnight was when the doll came out. That putrid toy that haunted her home for two years now. It was that skeleton's fault. He was the one that brought it here anyway...
I better go...
The sad thing was that she was the only one the demented doll would appear too. Her parents having long decided to put this young girl into therapy because of her now extreme terror of the dark and night. And toys. Most kids her age would obsess over toys...not this kid.
I think I hear it...Please...God help me...
The child strained to hear anything, even the lashing rain outside or the snores of her parents in bed. But there was nothing but silence. The silence that seemed so loud that it made her ears bang. The young child breathed in a deep sigh of relief. Maybe that toy was gone..maybe it went away.
Then suddenly, she heard it.
A sound, almost like the dry sound of rough scales again the floor, came to her ears.
NO! NOT NOW! PLEASE!
The young girl took off running down the hall, her feet pitter-pattering on the hard wood floor. Her eyes bulged, mouth pulled back into a frightened sick grin of terror. Please no, not now...all that was running through this kid's mind was to get to her parent's room where she could be safe. For now at least.
God give me strength!
And the young girl was almost to her parents room when she tripped, landing spread eagle on the floor, pain shooting up through her body. And the slithering...it was coming closer. She could almost see it, the form in the shadows that hunted her every night. And when it came closer, she screamed loudly. A scream that could wake the dead right out of hell...and then there was nothing.
Author's Notes: I've been wanting to write this for a while actually, and I hope you guys liked it. I know it's short..but I might be adding some more to it. I don't know what yet though, so don't have high hopes of anything else being added on to this. I've been rolling around some ideas in my head, so who knows? Guess we'll see in time. :P