Is...is this Life?

I said Yes, and the beast nodded slowly. Wandering through my own dreams, I select the darkest one I can find.

Ah, CreepyPasta nightmares, with a little mix-in with a Pinkie Pie. Good choice.

That voice, always gets me. Probrally because I forget it due to the fact that-

...

I look around, realizing I'm in a forrest. I know were I am, just no idea how I got there. Slendy's forrest. I'm terrified, but I have the edging feeling I brought this on myself. Gripping my flashlight, 'I had a flashlight?' I take a cautious step foward. Imediatly I here noise. barely above a whisper.

Are you excited? Cause I'm excited.

I know that voice. Who is it? Then, as if someones trying to get my attention from far away;

I've never been so excited before!

I wipe my brow, realizing I have broken into a sweat. Why are these trees so damn close to eachother? Then, talking as if it's right behind me;

I mean. unless you count the time I saw you walking down the street and went;

oh shit Oh shit Oh Shit OH Shit OH SHIT OH SHIT! FUCK! SHE'S ABOUT TO-

GASP

A face apeard centimeters from mine, obviously Pinkie's, but...horrifying. Her eyes just weren't there. Instead they were black sockets, from which blood simply-

...

I fling my head up, shaking away the horrors of my nightmare. Then I smile. That was FUN. In fact, let's remember that. Lets put a smile on that face.

The face appears, except with the biggest grin possible.

C'mon everypony, smile smile smile.

I laugh at the thought, and get back to my homework.

END

My life goes on. I die 57 years later, with a wife and 3 children, two of which are married. Geuss it was really just hormones.