IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: Because I had such a nice request from a regular reader on this one-shot, I have started making it into a full lengthen story. Obviously, some/most of the original will be in here and I will work more detail and depth around the already written lines. So I hope everyone enjoys it and can you please review to tell me what you think. Than you

My name is Pitch Black. I am known, by legend, as the 'Bogeyman' or 'Nightmare King'. I'm known in all countries of the world and take place at some point in all stories and threats, especially to young children. I am know by everyone and feared by all... all it seems, but one...

The shadows grip at my robes and cling to my skin, following me wherever I am to step. The night and shadows was my ally, I brought fear to children that need it, and even those who don't. The Man in the Moon occasionally mutters about how I 'bend the rules of my purpose'. However, giving me the power to appear in people's heads and mess with their minds, is something I have grown quiet fond of and it's difficult not to over use it. I approach the child's bed quietly and look down at her. It's a peaceful sleep, the gold wisps of sand forming pictures above her head. Remnants of the newest Guardian of the name 'The Sandman' bringing good dreams to children, interrupting my fear. Yet, his precious dreams were easy to corrupt. The Guardians created by the Man in the Moon to spread wonder and light, helping battle my fear. There was just one problem, none of them have met me to date! I'll be able to crush their existence in my hands within just a few minuets. Returning my attention back to the girl, her rose cheeks seem to radiate in the darkness and a smile is etched into her lips, clearly enjoying her dream. Time for me to change that. Children seem to be most vulnerable to my powers. I suspect it has something to do with Ombric and Katherine, taking refuge with the families in Santoff Claussen. Never the less, those few weak minded elders are subdued to the nightmares and fear, melting into screaming children before my gleaming eyes. I reach forward, extending my forefinger and press it into the sands. As I flex my fingers, the black seeps from my extended arm and into the grains and the pictures soon disintegrate. This was always the part I liked most. Her face twists from peaceful to pure terror and screams are waiting to burst from her lips. Just feeling the flow of the child's fear increase, until the power feels too much for me to intake and I await the joyous outcome. However, to my disappointment, she jolts upward without any sound but the sudden inhale of air. Some children are strong minded and can withstand the fear of nightmares on their own, eventually, they all break, which results in more fun for me. I grin as I slip with the shadows and scrape my nails on the headboard of her wooden bed frame. She spins to the direction of the noise and pulls her bed covers close to her chest. I wave my hand in front of the window to make a swift appearing shadow on the opposite wall, causing her too whimper in surprise and almost bury her head into the bed sheets. However, she gains enough courage to find the source of the shadow and her head slowly turns to face me, her fear growing with every breath. As soon as her eyes lay eyes on me, they widen, until her irises are just a small dot within the whites of her eyes. Her mouth quivers and her tiny hands grip the sheets tighter.
"Boo." I whisper. She releases her terrified scream filled with delicious fear. I gladly drink in the fear and add it to my 'collection' of power. My cackles fill the room as I drop into the shadows beneath me and reappear in her closet, awaiting for her screams to stop and my nights meal to finish. I watch through the crack in the closet doors as her brother soon comes running in at her screams. This was a lot quicker than the usual homes I 'visit'. Normally I have at least two or three more minuets of pure delight, before the parents or siblings come rushing in.
"Emma! What's wrong?" He soothes, reaching her bedside and wrapping her in his arms. I watch the young boy of, what I would assume, early eighteen. His brown hair matches his hazel eyes, which, at the moment, are filled with worry for his younger sister. I can't help but become mesmerized by every one of his movements. I've never seen a human so.. Hypnotic.. My lips part slightly at sound of his soothing voice toward his sibling. This is one interruption that I can gladly make an exception to.
"Th-there was a man!" The girl shrieks, "he was standing right there!" She continues, pointing to her bedside. I smirk, still getting some form of enjoyment from her dying fear.
"Shh. It was just a bad dream." The boy calms, rocking her back an forth, comfortingly, in his arms. The siblings and parents never believe them, that's why my job is so easy. There is only one rule I abide by and that is 'don't get caught'. An obvious rule, yes, but I can guarantee if I'm discovered I will be killed as soon as I am captured. So, younger children were the easier ones to reveal myself to, causing even more fear, because of the late hours, no one believed their stories of the living Nightmare in their bedroom.
"No, I mean it, he was right there! Jack!" Emma cries, once again pointing at the spot I was previously in. Jack... I really did like that name, it suited the boy well. I could get used to that. He lies her in her bed, pulling the covers over her and kisses her forehead. The fear had passed ages ago now, but I couldn't move myself. I was just in a trance by looking at the angelic boy with the name of Jack. I normally refused to get attached to humans, or anyone for that matter, because it can cause great fatalities.. well a gut feeling or really distant memory seems to keep telling me that. Anyway, there was never anyone I came across to make me take vital interest in them.. until now it seems.
"Do you want me to check your room?" Jack asks, running his hand through her hair. This line always seemed to add a spark of excitement into my 'job'. The known place or monsters and Nightmares seemed to be the closet, yet no one checks there first. Even though every time I choose this as my hiding spot, I leave the door open just a crack. That's enough for me to see into the room and to prevent anyone from seeing me. She nods furiously, pulling the covers over her mouth. He stands and kneels to look under her bed and then travels across the room to check behind her door. I watch his perfectly formed lips purse in thought and his vibrant eyes scan the perimeter. That's when I notice he's padding his way over to the closet I'm currently in. I hate to leave pretty things that I haven't desecrated, but this time I'll have to. I back into the darkness as the doors open fully.
"There's nothing here Em. Now, try and get some sleep. Love you." He assures, walking back to her and kissing her forehead again.
"Thank you Jack, love you." She smiles slightly. I watch from the window as the boy leaves, he closes the door behind him. I shift to the next window and see him enter. He falls onto his bed, burying his face into the pillow and pulling the covers over his back. How perfect it would be just to fill his head with thoughts and ideas now. To touch his dreams and to caress his face as my nightmares take a hold. As the sun begins to rise, signalling my leave, I can't help but wonder if I would want to desecrate such a beautiful creature. Never in all my time can I remember seeing such a beauty and I probably never will again. Burgess has certainly become my favourite village to visit.

I hope that was ok for everyone and that you enjoyed it. I will try and get the next chapter posted before New year's because otherwise it'll be a pain with parties and stuff. Please spread this story around (I must be mentioned as owner and writer of this FanFiction however) and please review to give your opinions. As always CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome, flames will be deleted. Thank you again :)