The (Creepypasta) You lie on your bed, huddled under the covers with a fresh book from the library. Your eyes feel somewhat droopy but you are reluctant to put it down, the story too enticing to pause so you can sleep. It’s nearing the end anyway, you reason silently; not even thirty pages to go. Might as well finish it now.More Like This
Your eyes skim over the paragraphs, fighting to stay awake.
“She stares at him furiously, blinking back tears as she wills herself not to cry, to show The terror he so deeply craves.”
You pause. “To show The terror”? You look back, thinking you’d spotted a minor capitalization error, but now “the” is lowercase. Strange, you think. Usually you don’t even really notice things like that, but you figure it’s just because you’re so tired and pay it no mind as you continue.
Maleficent- Farewell My Dreamland: 3More Like This
Chapter 3: An Answer Not Given
Ghosting through the dark tangle of the forest, Diaval barely managed to keep from crashing into the numerous tree boughs as he made his way back to Maleficent's abode. Alive with magical beings, the night was filled with twirling illuminations, and dancing lights, a rainbow of floating color. Mystically beautiful, it gave light to the hours of dark, lighting it with an aura borealis quality.
Accustomed to it, he was grateful in that it provided the light he needed to fly, but other than that, it hardly made an impression on Diaval.
Landing on a low root, relief seeping through his body at having reached his destination in one piece, he quickly picked out Maleficent's sleeping form. Large eagle-like wings nestled snuggly against her back, hair cascading down her back, and her head pillowed by an outstretched arm, she looked peaceful, like an angel at rest. Giving an unraven-like gesture of shrugging, he lifted of