•Y/N: Your Name

•E/C: Eye Color

•H/C: Hair Color

The soft sound of raindrops hitting the living room windows in the dead of night keep me awake and alert. I lie still on the brown couch, wrapped in a thin, navy blue blanket with a white pillow beneath my head. I chose to sleep down here, too afraid to go into my room. Though, I know he'll soon come for me, regardless of where I sleep. I grip the cover tightly and keep my eyes squeezed shut in fear of seeing that thing's horrendous face again.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise upon sensing the dangerous presence of the monster that haunts me. I can't contain the violent trembling that consumes my body as I curl up so that my knees reach my chest. My breath hitches as I feel a weight come onto the couch. The creature's thin frame is likely towering over me right now, trapping me between his arms like usual. I can feel the liquid fall from his body and drip onto the blanket that I hold in a death grip. A soft whimper escapes me as my bottom lip quivers. I just wish he would leave me alone for one night. Cold breath hits my face as the creature lowers his head to get closer to my ear, and I can't help but gulp. I hate it when he comes this close to me.

"Squeak for me, little mouse~" the monster demands in a soft, amused voice that sends a shiver down my spine. I shake my head defiantly and bring my hands up to cover my ears to, hopefully, block out the sound of his chilling voice. I don't want to give him what he wants. I don't want to play his games. The monster lets out a dark chuckle, likely finding my resistance entertaining. I almost whimpered, but that would be giving into his demand. I flinch when I feel that my hand is grabbed by one that is cold and wet. The creature pulls it away from my ear, so I try to pull it out of his grip while keeping my eyes sealed shut as I feel his breath on my ear again.

"Open your eyes for me, little mouse," he purrs out while the sensation of a thin, clawed finger scrapes lightly against my cheek down to my chin, likely leaving a trail of that black liquid, making my body instinctively freeze. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I try to gain the courage to tell the monster to get off of me.

"G-go away," I demand in a low whisper that was barely audible. I scold myself mentally for sounding so pitiful.

"You give me no squeaks and won't open your eyes, and yet you expect me to obey your commands? That warrants a little punishment, don't you think?"

I can practically see the grin on his face without bothering to open my eyes. A scared whimper escapes my lips, for I have no idea what this "punishment" will be.

"N-n-no, p-please," I plead softly, not wanting him to do anything worse to me than what he already does. It's silent for a moment, and the anticipation alone is killing me. A sharp gasp escapes my lips upon feeling needle-like teeth poking at the flesh of my neck, threatening to pierce the skin and make me bleed.

"Stop, please!" I beg, but the teeth sink in a bit more, making me cry. He unlatches his mouth before bringing his face to my ear. I bite my quivering, lower lip as he speaks.

"You must remember to stay silent, little mouse. You wouldn't want dear mommy and daddy to start playing our games too, do you?" He asks in an almost teasing voice. I shake my head frantically, making him laugh. This is just a game to him. It's all just a stupid, sick game! He feeds off my misery and suffering, and I just want it to end!Tears stream down my cheeks as a pleased growl escapes the creature.

"You want this to stop? Give me an adorable, little squeak, and I will forgive this little fit of resistance. Your parents will join our games otherwise."

I gulp, but force out an embarrassing squeak to please the creature. I don't want my mom and dad to get involved. I'd never want anyone to share the same dreadful fate as me. Besides, I want him to stop touching me so much. It's odd, though, he's never made this much contact with me before. A soft sob escapes me as he laughs at my meek squeak in satisfaction.

"I have a real good one for you tonight, mouse. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will."

I tense upon feeling the palm of his hand pressing against my forehead and eyes. My back arches at the unwanted contact as my conscious begins to fade.

Soon my body falls limp, and I have no choice but to enter another one of the monster's dreadful nightmares.

"Hickory dickory dock."

E/C eyes flick open and look down. Y/N gulps and steps back upon seeing the large drop. The teenage girl stands upon an old grandfather clock, whose hands are on the Roman numeral of twelve, in a giant room with blood red walls. The light fixture attached to the ceiling fan above illuminates the room dimly, creating many shadows, but allowing enough light so that the female can see. Below is a large, wooden, dining room table in the center of the room, and against the wall across from where the clock stands is a glass cabinet full of decorative plates. The hardy floor is littered with small toys and objects, making lots of obstacles for whoever might walk below. She had to have been only two inches tall in this environment, which would make things all the more difficult.

"The mouse ran up the clock."

Y/N's foot slips, causing her to yelp and fall. Acting quickly, she manages to grab onto one of the hands. She wraps her arms and legs around it, holding on for dear life. The girl's face pales as she screams when the hand moves to the Roman numeral of one. Her body jerks when it suddenly stops, causing her legs to release the hand and dangle. She holds on tighter with her arms, while she squeezes her eyes shut. The drop to reach the floor is much too big. She doesn't want to fall and end up hurt.

"The clock stuck one, the mouse fell down."

Her grip on the hand slips, leading her to descend to the floor while screaming loudly. She grunts upon landing roughly on her back, but is able to sit up due to somehow not being injured by the large drop. The fall did disorient her, though.

"Hickory dickory dock."

Y/N gazes up at the clock and gulps while shakily picking herself up to stand. A shiver runs down the girl's spine upon feeling the sensation of eyes staring at her, while she wanders away from the grandfather clock.

"Hickory dickory dock."

The human approaches a box of cards that are blocking her path. The playing cards spilled out from the opening, leaving a big mess on the floor. She has two choices: go around or over. She chose the second option, figuring it'll be faster.

"The mouse climbed over the box."

Y/N's body tenses, knowing precisely who's playing the mouse in this situation. Her E/C eyes would dart around in search of the creature reciting the changed nursery rhyme, but she has no luck in spotting him. She knew this wouldn't end well at all. He has a trick up his sleeve, like always.

"The clock struck two, the mouse then flew."

Y/N's brows scrunch together in confusion upon hearing the next part, not fully understanding it. After all, mice don't fly and neither can she. Before the girl can act, a large gust of wind blows from behind her, sweeping the female off her feet. A soft groan escapes her lips after she falls off the box and onto the mess of cards.

'I guess that's what he meant.' Y/N shoves her H/C hair out of the way of her face and dusts off her pajamas, which consist of a loose, white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Meanwhile, her feet are bare, leaving the teen to feel the smooth surface of the scattered cards beneath them. The female looks around for the source of the wind that pushed her only for her face to pale upon seeing what was under the table.

"Hickory dickory dock."

A large feline covered in long, black fur stares at her from underneath the wooden, dining table with big, orange orbs that glow in the darkness of the room. Its tail sways back and fourth, while its limbs sit in a crouched position, like it's about to pounce. With wide eyes, the girl stares at it, paralyzed with fear, for she knows exactly what cats do to mice.

'That's a large cat!'

"Hickory dickory dock." The cat's mouth moves while speaking those words in the voice of the girl's tormentor, which made things much worse in her opinion.

"The mouse was at a loss."

Slowly, the female backs away, preparing to run off, while keeping her eyes pinned on the beast as it bares its pointed teeth in a spine-chilling grin

"The clock struck three,

The mouse should flee.

Hickory dickory dock."

Y/N wastes no time in taking the monster's suggestion, taking off as fast as she can, while the animal jumps out from beneath the table. He misses by a hair and collides with the red wall. The human takes twists and turns around all the furniture, hoping to detour the cat while searching for an escape. Then, she saw it. In the wall, there is a small, mouse hole that she should be able to fit through.

The edges of the opening have teeth marks, meaning it had been chewed at, but Y/N didn't care. It's a possible way out. Instantly, she makes a beeline towards it to escape the creature's pursuit, practically diving into it and pressing her back against the inside wall. The cat's arm reaches in after her, nearly snagging the fabric of her white shirt with his sharp claws. After seeing she's out of reach, the arm is pulled out of the hole, and a glowing, orange eye comes into view from the opening, staring right at her shaken form. The creature blinks and the iris and pupil disappears, revealing they white eyes that the monster usually carries.

"Hickory dickory dock.

The mouse is stuck and lost."

"I m-might be stuck, b-but at least I'm safe f-from you!" The girl shouts while clenching her fists in attempts to sound brave, but her voice came out quieter than she liked. It made the feline version of the monster laugh in amusement.

"The clock struck four.

There's time for more.

Hickory dickory dock."

Suddenly, the floor within the walls shake, causing Y/N to lose her footing. Her body leans against the back wall for support to keep her standing, while she stares into the darkness on her left. Her heart thumps loudly in her chest upon meeting numerous, red eyes glowing in the shadows of the wall. All are approaching her location quickly, and soon, they'll be upon her. Y/N's head turns back towards the creature's eye with widened, fear-filled orbs.

"Better hurry, little mouse. The rats are a scurry."

Chuckling darkly, the beast grins as his victim runs down the path on her right, afraid of what the rats will do if they catch her.