The Nightmares

NIGHTMARE TWO

I sighed, looking at my computer screen. The Youtube video loaded, finally starting to play. Another person started playing the Luna Game, a game which I have tried to play, but almost had a heart attack doing. Not literally, of course.

The Youtube video kept playing, and I got the sinking feeling. I get it every night in the dark, when I'm alone in my room. I felt like death itself was behind me, and I thanked that sensation to Slenderman.I gulped, unwilling to turn and see what made me feel so terrified. I shook my head. It was better to keep my fears down.

I continued watching the video till I heard my mother calling for me. I stood, pausing said video and walking out to get some dinner. Once I headed out, I saw that it was just something quickly made for the night. Just some chicken and fries. I nodded to my mom, making my plate, "Hey, thanks mom. Ya know I love this stuff."

She simply smiled, "Yes, dear. Oh, and please bring your plate out when you're done." I nodded in agreement and walked back to my room, my smile slipping.

While I'm not usually unhappy, I'm usually angry. I never knew why, but recently I've found myself irritated a lot more than usual. I shrugged it off as teenage hormones, not to mention Highschool breathing down my neck. I set the food on my desk, pulling my headphones back on and continued watching, popping food into my mouth occasionally.

Time passed fairly quickly. A half hour became an hour, which became two. Looking at the clock, it was about 8 o'clock. My mom opened my door, and I had to click away from what I was watching, still fearing about my brony side.

She frowned, looking at me, "Sam, where you watching...you know?" I shook my head defensively, "What? No." She, however, would continue to stare at me for a few more moments, probably trying to get me to admit to something. I wouldn't budge however.

With a sigh, she picked up my empty plate and said, "Remember to take a shower tonight, alright?" I let out a small groan, then nodded. It was such a chore, keeping myself in good shape, "I know there's a limit but seriously. I shower every night, it's a little ridiculous mom."

She sighed, then replied, "No, what's ridiculous is that you won't take proper care of your hygiene, young lady." I merely grunted in response, pulling my headphones back up. She looked slightly hurt, before leaving me.

I didn't feel good about hurting my mother in any way, but she needs to learn to lay off. Once more, I watched the various random Youtube videos. Eventually, however, a knocking came to my door.

I stood, opening it with an irritable look on my face, "Yes?"

My bigger brother, hands in his pockets, said, "Sis, your friends are here to hang out." I nodded, "Thanks, Jake." He shrugged off my thank you, walking away with an aura of 'I don't care' around him. With a roll of my eyes, I walked to the front door and opened it, greeting my friends.

"Hey, 'sup Sam?" Said James, slapping my hand which was in the air for his, "Nothing much dude." Before I could talk again, he asked, "Hey, can I come in, it's rather cold out here." I smirked, playfully hitting his shoulder. He loved doing a mock British accent; I absolutely loved them too.

After we settled down in my room, he asked, "So, any more weird dreams?" I shook my head, the memory still sending strange shivers down my spine, "Nah, I've learned to get over it anyways."

Thing is, James and I were best friends. We told each other everything, and I mean every thing. In fact, he was the first person to know that I had written stuff, and enjoyed, the My Little Pony show. Mostly because he's so non-judgmental about everything.

We continued talking, just trying to entertain ourselves. He yawned lightly, "Well, see, it's just a dream Sam. Seriously, you need to not obsess over it." I nodded in understanding, replying, "Yes, I know but...it was so vivid. Like...I felt it happening and-" James raised a hand to stop me.

"I know, Sam. You've been telling me about that part for a week now. Just...let it go. It was one dream. Nothing more, yeah?" I mulled his words over. It was hard to accept that the dreams weren't some kind of premonition or something, but I nodded with fake understanding in my voice, "Yeah, I get it."

He took a few more seconds to look me over, as if knowing I lied straight to him, then stood, stretching, "Well, I gotta go. Have a good one." I smiled and nodded, once more putting on my mask of happiness.

Before he walked out, he looked to me and said, "By the way, you're a bad lier " The door to the bedroom shut and I was left alone, yet again.

I turned back to my computer. It was my main form of entertainment, and I sighed. The world was so ugly when you looked at it in the right way, like me. It just seemed so different to me, but as soon as I had gotten older, I realized that it's a huge ticking time bomb.

And I was afraid that something was out to get me. I always was, it was horrible to live with this paranoia. Thankfully, I just need to distract myself. But even then...it's still there. In the back of my mind. Scratching on my head.

Shaking the thought away, I just got back on my computer, tending to my blogs, and videos. Not that there was much work to be done.

Then the feeling came again, around 10:00. I felt as if the darkness was trying to strangle me. I felt my heart beat increase, and I felt like I needed to run or hide. What from, I didn't know. But I know something was waiting for me. Something in the dark.

However, when I turned around, there was...

There was nothing. Just the cold, cold air, and the rest of my room. I let out a shuddering breath before turning back, rewinding the video some.

Soon, it hit 12:00, when I started getting even more paranoid and tired. The worst part about my paranoia is my vivid imagination. I would literally envision myself dying over and over, yet there was nothing I could do about it. Finally deciding to STOP watching Luna Game videos, I pressed down on my computer's power button and shut it off, cleaning up my desk a bit before walking to the shower.

Turning on the water, I quickly started to get ready for said shower, before I thought I heard something. It was...a small something. A small sound, almost unnoticed to anyone, but I felt myself shiver in fear.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I turned to the sink, the water wasn't running. It sounded so close...yet so far. It got closer.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I literally felt myself fear whatever was making that noise. While yes, it could be a family member or friend messing with me (Though all my friends aren't within a mile of my home), I could tell for one simple reason. Everyone was asleep.

Ta-ta-tap.

In quick succession this time, it sounded louder, harsher, as if it was angry. I shakily walked over to the door, not ready to see whatever horror is behind it. The sound got louder. And louder. I felt my heart beat faster, and faster.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-tap.

Finally, I gripped the door knob, my semi-sweaty hands making it slippery in my clumsy grip. I could almost tell where it was. The tapping, right outside the door. Waiting for me, almost calling to me.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-

I swung the door open, finally resolving my thoughts. Nothing.

There was only the cold air to greet me, and I let out a shuddering breath. What had made the noise? I looked to the window, and saw a tree branch, while being pushed around by the high winds, was hitting the window.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I smiled, almost laughing at myself. What did I THINK would be out here? I face-palmed myself, closing the door and proceeding back to the shower. Little did I know, the closet next to the bathroom door creaked open, revealing a quietly giggling figure. I continued taking off my shirt, before I heard something. A tap. And then one more.

"I-It's nothing." I had to tell myself, as I continued to undress. What had made the tapping noise this time? It literally sounded inside the bathroom. I shuddered, then finally undressed myself and opened the shower curtain.

"Surprise!" Said Pinkie, sitting in my shower with black eyes, the only visible color in them being a pink pupil.

I screamed, and tried to will myself to run, but to no avail. My mouth felt dry and stitched shut.

It took a step towards me, a tapping sound again invading my mind as it walked, "Oh, I missed you so much! We're gonna have so much fun together!"

"N-no...you're not real...you're not real!" I tried to move once more, and my muscles and bones finally conceded to me, allowing me to turn and run to the door.

It was locked. Looking down, the lock had been torn out. What the hell was going on?!

"Oh, I may not be real, but who knows! I might be real enough to hurt you..." Her tone turned sinister, as Pinkie's grin started morphing into something evil. Black leaked from her eye sockets as so did her mouth, she kept approaching me, and my heart rate increased.

Finally, I backed up slightly and raised my leg, delivering a swift kick to the door and breaking the hinges a bit. I kicked once more, starting to lock up again.

"Aw, come on, I just want to have some fun!" Said the Zalgo Pinkie as I hurriedly tried to escape.

Finally, I reared back and dived at the door, knocked it off it's hinges and landing in a pile. of wood and some metal.

Then I heard nothing. Opening my eyes, I got up wearily, feeling my arms and legs ache. Instead of the insidious bathroom, I was now in a...industrial complex? Finally looking around completely, I saw that there were catwalks, forklifts, even some crates. What the fuck?! I almost said to myself, but decided to remain quiet, not wanting to attract it's attention.

I walked forward, stumbling slightly as I moved towards some decrepit-looking hallways.

The whole world was turned upside down. It was dead, worse than even an apocalypse could do. Everything was dead. Sounds, smell, everything. It was all dead. But I could still feel everything. Running my hand across the wall, I felt a layer of dust pop off wherever I touched. How long had this place been like this?

I continued walking, feeling a strange sensation beat down on my sub-conscious. Whatever was here, wanted me to be afraid. Finally, the only thing I found was a light. Running to it, I frowned, seeing a simple flashlight. It was dark, so I picked it up and flashed it around looking for alternate ways of escape. Then I saw the wall, and I almost dropped it in shock.

The word SMILE was written on the wall in a deep red liquid, making me cover my mouth in disgust. My heart pounded in my chest, I started to sweat.

Just then, I heard the sound of hooves in the corridor. The noise rang out as I tried to get the noise out of my head. She was coming.

I found myself running again, adrenaline once more pumping into my body, the will to survive burning in my chest.

Dead air was in my lungs as I continued to sprint away from the monstrosity known as Pinkie. The hallways seemed to keep going on for eternity, and I felt a tear or two fall off my face as I kept running. How long could I keep living like this? Even if it was a dream, this could kill me.

I shook my head again, wiping my tears away with my sleeve. I shouldn't think like that.

Minutes, hours, possibly days passed as I ran through the grey hallway. The farther I got the more blood I saw sprinkled on the walls. It seemed like I was heading for the bowels of hell.

Then I felt it. The strange sensation. I felt the sensation that I was being watched, more so than usual. Turning around, I saw that the previous hallway had been brought up, making it look like I had only just started into the hallway. And turning back around, shaking with my oh-so horrible fear, I saw the pair of black and pink eyes staring at me.

I felt my soul being gazed into, filtered through. I was going to go insane.

Then, suddenly, it was like a big gust of wind, as everything sort of...blew away before my eyes. I was still in the industrial compound, but it wasn't as vile. Wasn't as horribly bloody and evil. I took a few steps back, trying to get away from the hallway, when I felt my foot catch something.

Tumbling backwards, I hit my head on the cement, causing a small trickle of blood to fall from the back of my head. Slowly getting up, I looked for the cause of my fall. There was a generically brown, wooden crate sitting there.

Then, when I looked it over more thoroughly, I saw a very distinct thread of color behind the crate. Curiosity got the better of me, as it seemed that my mind had calmed down thoroughly, and I felt only the small ounces of bravery and will coursing in my veins.

I reached, pulling the thread. What ended up coming out, left me stunned. A cyan, rainbow maned Pegasus doll came dragging out of the crate's side.

I picked it up, questioning why in the world this doll would be here. I considered just leaving it, when I heard a small, insignificant sound. I looked around, the doll being held down.

I heard it again, and it was very close. Suddenly, I heard a slight cough, and someone...no...somepony say, "Hello..?"

Slowly, not entirely sure what was going on, I held the doll up to my face, eyeing it carefully.

"...Please, you have to listen to me." I heard the voice say again. It was raspy, hard to hear, but there. I slowly brought it closer to my ear, and I said, "...Who?"

I heard a crackling noise, like static, until I heard, "My name's Rainbow Dash, and you...you're in horrible danger."

TO BE CONTINUED