SHADOWLINE SAGA
laughter in the night
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it was a sunday evening, the parents had just put the children to bed. This evening ended like always, two episodes of improv and one goodnight song. Oh how strange the behavior was of the parents before bed. Smiles on their faces as if laughter filled their souls.
Two children were born to this family, not yet old enough to grow up and yet too old to be treated as infants. There was shawn joseph perry and beth rebecca perry, two young children ready to grow up; two young souls ripe for harvest.
Shawn always had trouble getting to sleep, attemting to read books and articles about animals till he passed out. Beth was a heavy sleeper, so much so that her mind believed dreams as reality. But tonight was different, there was something...funny. Something funny filling the air, like a dark, sinister cloud.
What was that?! Shawn paused, in his silence there was a laugh. He waited....but nothing. There it was again! Shawn once more placed his book down, drawing his focus from the pale white fox. But still...nothing, and yet shawn could hear...something.
It was a light chuckle, like someone had left the television on downstairs. Shawn began to pick up his book, but before he could turn it over it happened again. The laughter, like a demented clown; was it getting closer?!
The sound was inevitable, like footsteps heading up the stairs. Closer. Closer. Louder they creshendoed. The footsteps and laughter were moving towards shawns bedroom door. The sound of the handle being turned, then nothing...
Shawn was curios, who was fucking with him THIS time? Could cats open doors? He pondered. Then in his closet, there came a light giggle. Like an innocent schoolgirl meeting her crush, there it was. Again, this time louder.
Shawn got up and slowly walked towards the closet, clutching his stuffed bear tightly to his chest. The laughter began to get louder, as he reached out to grab the door handle. His hand touched the closet, the laughter ceased.
The closet flew open like glass in a storm. Shawn was thrown to the ground by something unseen. Like a invisible hand had knocked him on his knees. He pulled himself to his feet and slowly turned around.
Then she screamed, the girl jumping on shawns bed. Like a banshee in heat, the screech echoed down the halls. A strange little girl was on shawns bed. In her hands she held a creepy little doll, with a skull for a head and wearing a purple dress.
She looked into shawns eyes, smiled and said,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
The little girl moved closer, and began to laugh as she once again spoke,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
Shawn ran for the door, attempting to flee. Before he could grab the handle, the girl snatched his arm. He could feel it, his life draining away. Second became days, days turned to years. shawn threw the little girl back with all of his strength, and opened the door, crawling into the hallway.
Shawn could hear it now, as if in every room of the house. The laughter was echoeing from wall to wall. It was as if his home had become a demented, dark, circus. Shawn opened the door to his sisters room, but it was too late.
Beth had turned, became one of THEM. Another child was there right next to her bed, this time a boy with a charred face and black hair. Beth climbed out of bed, stepping beside the boy.
They both walked forwards, speaking to shawn,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
Shawn ran down the hall towards his parents bedroom. Both his heart and feet, racing like a locomotive. He found the door wide open but no one inside. Besides his parents, still asleep in bed.
Shawn dashed over to his mother, whose head was turned away. He threw his arms out, screaming,
"Wake up mommy please!"
Shawns mom began to chuckle, theres that eerie laugh. Her head still turned away, his father then joined in. Then he heard his sister, now nothing but bones. She was in the doorway, with the char~blackened little boy.
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry;" his sister began.
"the truth is its game time for you and i," continued the charred boy.
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry," said shawns father, with a laugh, as he sat up in bed.
"we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!" Finished shawns mother, the flesh slowly falling off her rotting face.
He had no options left, shawn had no place to go. His entire family was rotting to bones in front of him. As they began to close in their clothes slowly turned purple. Love turned dark, and now nothing but bone.
The four spoke once more, as they grabbed shawns neck,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; step out from above the bucket. Its time to die!"
With a scream shawn awoke, drowning in sweat. His skin was pale and his heart was weak. He looked around, and all was fine; nothing more than a bad dream he faced that night. As shawn fell back asleep, he could hear rocking downstairs.
Someone was in the living room tilting back in a chair. Beneath the purple hood, his eyes glowed bright. His skeleton hands glowing in the light. As he leaned back, he let out a ghastly laugh.
He spoke only once, this is what he said,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"
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