Chapter three: Shadows Light
I had stopped at the last child in Texas, Houston a teenager a boy I had just woken him but something about his dream he sat up slowly.
"That dream. It-" The boy got out of his bed, he had dark brown hair and icy blue eyes wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants and walk out the room.
I walk slowly to the pillow seeing the black sand but it was dim not a speck of light was given out much or fear it didn't form up but as I went to touch it my silvery sand form from my long skinny index finger when I felt that someone was here it was nighttime the boy had to be awoken from his nightmare or it would scar him I turned my head.
"Oh my poor dear." A raspy voice spoke all around.
I turn around quickly, my heart raced at the voice.
"My my dear how did you get so wounded?"
I stepped into the corner of the room but bumped into mirror cause it to fall over the man that form out from the open slide door closet caused him to jump as the mirror fell he was instantly in my face as I backed into a wall.
'Can he-? Can he see me!?' I thought to myself. 'Who is he?'
~Pitch's P.O.V~
"Hm." I cocked my head back to the newly form and quite wounded nightmare as it start to form with every bit of grain of corrupted sand, a twisted smile formed on my face as I glided over to the black covered pillowcase. "Come on my nightmare."
~Normal P.O.V~
I watched from the corner of the room I wanted to leave but after that man with british accent he scared me like you wouldn't believe I felt like I was trapped in the wooden floorboards.
After a few minutes he spoke sounding surprised "What? What is this?"
I walked slowly to the mans right side to see what was wrong then I saw it.
It was a deer a female white tailed deer it's body was black it chest and stomach was a silvery gold color with the hoves silver the inside of its ears were silver with specks of gold as well the deer lifted her head up she was the size of a stuffed bear it began to open its eye they were just silver and its whole body shined in a non-existing light.
"A deer? It's cute but that's not a normal nightmare look."
"Your a deer." The pale man in his black rode spoke with his british accent.
The deer got up and a blast of nightmare sand hit him and me to the far wall but the sand formed behind me to make a rather large pillow so I don't get hurt but the same didn't happen to the man.
He groaned "what was that?" He rub the back of his head.
'Is his okay?' As I thought to myself. 'Of course not.'
The little deer grow to be a normal size deer it walked straight towards me and nuzzled my right hand has I sat facing the man. I look at the dream deer surprised and out of habit I back away quickly into or well though the british man.
A face of utter shock and pain like he did the battle as Jack's believers ran right through him was worn on my face and his... The deer wandered closer to me as I look at it straight in the eyes.