#creepyoc

Dream, the shining knight.

The shadow might whisper sweet nothings in your ear but fear not, for he is here to cleanse.

The purest light shall scorch the unholy.

Can't have Nightmare without Dream, nor Dream without Nightmare.

este dibujito solo es para mostrales a mis gemelos conejito .w. son dos de mis nenes del universo mansion y de los cuales quiero trabajar enserio en un futuro .3. espero que les de curiosidad y se encariñen con ellos se llaman Carolyne y Neithan 

Shadow vs Jeff the killer

Who would win?

Nightmare, the dark plague

The one who preys the darker aspects of the mind and feeds on your fear.

He infects, devours and destroys as he pleases.

Do not listen to the shadows.

It was a cold night. I was returning from work. I live a bit far from the city, so the usual route home is through the woods. I'd done it for years, driving on the highway; nothing had ever happened. I was oblivious to the rumors that those woods were dangerous. I never really cared, since I was driving. I never cared about driving through the woods, until that damn night... It was already very late, and I was too tired. That day I'd worked a double shift, and if that wasn't enough, I'd gone out for drinks with a colleague. My reflexes failed me on a curve, and I lost control of the car.

When I woke up, I found myself facing an uninspiring, if not horrifying, scene. My car had crashed into a tree; I was covered in cuts and bruises, but nothing too serious... I could say I was at least a little lucky, or so I thought. I had no signal on my phone, or what was left of it. Things couldn't get any worse, or so I thought. If my memory served me correctly, there was a gas station a few miles away. It was a long walk, but my options were limited to trying to find it or waiting for a car to pass by and decide to help me. I waited for about 30 or 40 minutes, but no one came. I felt like I needed to pee, so I got out of the car and approached a tree. The cold froze my face; it wasn't a situation I would wish on anyone.

I started walking, trying to find the gas station or something similar. My arm and head hurt quite a bit because I'd taken a pretty big hit. Suddenly, I started feeling anxious. I felt like someone or something was watching me... I quickened my pace, because that bad feeling was coming over me, and I wished I'd been wrong, but I wasn't. I looked back for a moment, then I saw her. A silhouette half-peeking out of the trees with a white face... a horrible face... maybe a mask. I didn't get a good look because the shock blurred my vision, but I swore she was wearing a dark hood and had a strange smile on her mask. I looked ahead and ran. When I looked back again, she was gone. I thought for a moment that maybe it was my imagination, that maybe the blow had hit my head... I continued walking, a little tired. Where the hell was that damn forest supposed to end? After a few minutes, I calmed down, convincing myself that the above had just been a trick played on my mind, exhausted by alcohol, sleep, and the bruises from the accident. But just when I thought I was safe, I began to hear a melody... a soft humming. It sounded so close, yet so soft and sweet. I felt my skin prickle... Who the hell was singing? Just then, the image of that figure peeking out from behind the trees returned to my mind... It had followed me like a shadow, silently on my heels. I started running again, this time hearing its hurried footsteps behind me. The bitch was obviously chasing me.

A rock hit my foot, tripping me. She'd thrown a rock at me. It hit me. By the time I tried to get up, she was right in front of me. She wasn't very tall, but she had a machete in her hand. If it had been one-on-one, I could have beaten her, but what could I do against a fucking machete? Still, I had to try, so in a sudden movement, I grabbed her by the wrist, knocking her down. However, she wasted no time, and with strength I hadn't expected, she resisted, pulling another, smaller knife from her pocket and stabbing me in the side. I writhed in pain, and she only pressed the knife deeper, hard... and with rage... Rage I could feel emanating from her... I looked into her eyes, dark, tired eyes hiding behind the holes in her white mask, a strange smile, and those... strange symbols on her cheeks... It was the image of my nightmares. I understood that this was the end for me.

I fainted again from blood loss. As my consciousness faded and I lay on the ground, I felt her dragging me. I don't know where she was taking me. If only I hadn't drunk that night... I'd be home by now... But now, I'll never get home again... Who knows where she'll take me...? All I know is that I should have listened when they warned me about the dangers of the forest... But no one who told me about it would have seen her... otherwise, just like me, they would never have left the forest...