Clung A Dreaming Short Horror, a changeling fanfic

In the calming whisper of a darkened hour Oliver, found himself teetering between the edges of sleep and wakefulness. An eerie familiarity waned over the eight year old, as he shambled through a cool corridor in his home. Shafts of milky frosted light glinted along the hardwood floor beneath his tender little feet. He had reached the hazy visage of his mother's quaint kitchen.

Echoing noises filtered from deep within the house. Shadowed corners pulled at Oliver. Muffled giggles gargled from his favorite hiding spot, a shallow cubby under the stairs, the one his older cousin never thought to check in. Straining yawn of the sticky window at the bench seat to his left, cleared the fog from Oliver's mind. A cold hiss of wind inched up the back of the boys bare legs. His pajama pants were gone. Did he ever have them on? Oh no, he must have wet himself. Like wading through thick water, Oli's hands swam to cover his privacy. Now on the spiking cold tile of the kitchen, his damp crotch too stung with the fresh bite of fridge air.

A waxy snarl tumbled through the pitch blackness that sat just outside the house's backdoor. Bear, bird, walrus, no it was a dog, a big dog. One Oli knew, it was Max, their once loyal German Shepherd. The memory of Maxi and Oli bubbled up to him, wrapped in lamping licks, warm heaving tackles and the comfort of forever friendship. The shepherd went to live with another family on a farm last Summer but he had returned. "Maxi was back." Oliver realized as the patter of nails tapped across the ceramic floor approaching him.

Suddenly, the slapping sound of a dog door creaking open and closed in the gloom of ink, that shadowed the kitchen door. Oli squatted to collect his life long companion in embrace. The once elder canine, streaked in grey and matte brown fur, sleeked into a pillar of translucency. A wide beam of lunar silver bounced off the massive beasts glowing black coat. Max stood feet from Oliver, shimmering beneath the welling eyes of his best human friend. Oli's knees clubbed the floor, bare arms gleaming under the pale moonlight, beckoning the shepherd into him.

A swelling rush fluttered into Oli's chest as the child take in the high doughy arch of the big dog's eyes. The set of familiar loving mirrors radiated a majestic amber gold. There was a moment's hesitation, a breath that lingered for the beast to dip it's head. And in that moment, Oliver's beloved shook.

It was a familiar spray for Oli, afternoon sun showers, darting through the sprinklers and a dozens of baths all ended this way with Max. Millions of droplets released in a swaying fan, left to right and back again. Oli's smile grew at the realization It was him, he was actually here, slinging thousands of minuscule spindles. Dark nodules swam out through the kitchen like seeds in the wind. Beaded streams arched from the dog's body, cast off by the dozens.

But these droplets thudded and clung, when they struck the floor, the counter and him. And their trailing streams were actually bowing lines of frosty white thread. Delicate like silk, these thin strings stretched out from their foci of Max onto the tiles, across to the walls and all the way up to the ceiling. A thousand strands splayed. Oliver's mind shook at the scene: A web of spindles splayed a shimmering silver lattice out across the darkened kitchen.

The water droplets weren't actually droplets at all. They were hard black nubs, little prickly bodies curled in on themselves. Shock set its icy grip around Oliver as hundreds of little hairy flecks unfurled one spindly leg after another. Ghastly eight legged freaks stood erect and quickly turned on Oliver. A million obsidian eyes bore down on the boy. A horde of spiders scuttling descended on the terrified boy.

Oliver's scream ripped through the tranquil abyss of night, Hector broke a swamping fog of sleep. Lurching up next to him, his wife Joanne's bemused face registered their bedroom door. Both lent their voices to reassure their son, they were on the way. Another night terror, Mr. Carol assured his wife as he stretched his linen pants over his left leg. Joanne fumbled for her glasses for somewhere on her nightstand. Oliver continued to scream. His parents snapped to look at each other and sped to the hallway. It was the unusual tenor of confusion surroundings Oliver's shriek which drove Joanne to claw by Hector, who lumbered across the dark hard wood of the upstairs hallway. Terror was shattered as the parents burst into the room. Bewilderment and distress painted their faces as they scanned the disheveled bed. Empty, they whipped down to floor, a shattering pounding slammed into their chests. Flushing anxiety and desperation surged up and boiled their brains as the window stood gapping. Hector took a half step into a cool gush of wind from outsides, as his wife's hand caught him. Her face trembled meekly, staring up. High above them, clinging onto the ceiling was Oliver. His eyes full of blackness,turned onto Hector and Joanna, and in those big dark globes, they could see their reflection staring back in eight, unmistakable, sets.

"Nightmare's Requiem" weaves a tale of a haunting blend of supernatural occurrences and genuine human emotions. This story delves into the struggles of a young boy unravelling the mysticism behind his night terror, packed with immense challenges and strange mythical entities. Oliver's journey of courage and resilience, aided by unlikely allies, forms the heart of this fantastical narrative.

This mystical journey exposes listeners to the mind's intricacies, where dreams and nightmares converge. It's a realm beyond reality, ruled by shades of fear and spectres of the departed, beautifully illustrated through atmospheric settings and vivid descriptions. Within this realm, courage squares off with terror, and hope battles despair in this tale of a haunted night immersive in its narrative and spellbinding in its execution. Oliver's journey is a testament to the human spirit's resilience and the extraordinary possibilities of imagination.

Be prepared for an epic quest, teetering on the edges of dream and reality, infused with unexpected twists, dramatic turns and the inexhaustible power of a young boy's courage. "Nightmare's Requiem", a mesmerizing Fantasy, binds you in its enchanted reverie till the very last word. It's not just an audiobook. It's an unforgettable experience.

In the calm stillness of a midnight hour, the young protagonist, Oliver, found himself in the labyrinth between sleep and wakefulness. He felt an eerie familiarity as he walked along the chilling corridor towards his quaint kitchen. The house echoed noises of a past time, when his loyal companion, a German Shepherd named Max, patrolled with vigilant paws. Max had recently transcended the mortal realm, leaving Oliver with nothing but memories clinging to his heartstrings.

Suddenly, distinct sounds ripped through the silence - a sound of a dog door creaking open and a canine's gentle shake ruffling a coat of fur. Echoes of Max. From the shadows, a figure emerged. A spectral apparition of Max, his fur gleaming under the pale moonlight. But horror lurked within this comforting specter.

His beloved dog shook, releasing not droplets of water from a playful bath, but thousands of minuscule spindles, spreading through the kitchen like seeds in the wind. Shock set its icy grip around Oliver as ghastly arachnids emerged from the spindles, a horde of spiders scuttling with their ebon eyes focused on the terrified boy.

Oliver's scream ripped through the tranquil abyss of night, the otherworldly echoes startling him awake. He was back in his room, a prisoner of an overactive dream machine. The silence that enveloped his terror was shattered as his parents burst into the room. Bewilderment and distress painted their faces as they stared upwards. High above them, clinging onto the ceiling with cold terror burning in his eyes, was Oliver.