Nightmare factory

In a large twisted castle that sat a top a hill overlooking a tiny town, lived Reaper a maniac and genius. Originally named Andy and from a small family that lived in the town he now overlooks, Reaper built a castle to live in and a factory for work. The factory for building nightmares, creatures that the mere sight of them would haunt a persons dreams forever. This wasn’t easy to make such a creature and it took many tries before things even began to look right.

In the factory Reaper would toil away. His first batch of creatures was small, slow and dumb. By the end of the week they had managed to accidentally kill themselves off. One drank dangerous chemicals another fell off the roof of the castle, one by one they saved Reaper the trouble of doing it himself. Many tries later the creatures looked more intimidating, but they had so many weaknesses it was hard to keep them alive. Playing god was tricky business.

Reaper had to work fast, his plan was to release his nightmare army on Halloween and the long awaited night was fast approaching. The upside was that some of his failed experiments might not have looked scary, but were very helpful around the castle. If they had enough intelligent and mobility he would let them live and they would work in the kitchen or clean. So while Reaper worked in his factory trying to beat the deadline he set, his minions would cook, clean and even decorate for Halloween. Minions were the best things ever.

Then one stormy night, under a full moon, insane laughter could be heard from the factory. Reaper had done it, he had made the most terrifying creatures ever. They could change shape to fit the persons worst fear, they could turn invisible and they could both fly and run very fast. It was perfect! So he waited for Halloween. On that night he would finally be the most feared man ever. He would be Reaper, The creator of nightmares. No longer Andy the little nerdy kid from town. Once he took care of the town he would spread his influence across the land. Everyone would fear him.

Then on Halloween night, the large doors to the castle opened. Dark figures fluttered out of the castle like bats out of hell. Reaper stepped out next, dressed in a gothic top hat and black suit with a dark purple tie. He casually walked along the path to town, the Jack-o-lanterns that lined the road lit the way. Soon the village would be screaming and running in terror, he could almost hear it now.

The shrieks started and Reaper hastened his steps. By the time he got to town almost everyone had fled. He could see the backs of the people as they ran for the hills. He laughed as they fled like sheep crying into the night. Within hours he had seized control of the town and renamed it Reaperville. Though the name was subject to change if he thought of something cooler. He spent the rest of the night drinking and partying with his fearsome creations. In the morning they would start work and rebuild the town to his design. Things were going perfectly.

That morning, the sun creaked in slowly. The candles in Jack-o-lanterns had burned out, the town was a mess from the party and Reaper woke up feeling tired and a little sore. As he awoke, he saw his nightmares vanish into a cloud of smoke as the light stretched across the land. He had shined light on them before, but he must have forgotten to test sunlight on them. It seemed the sun was their only weakness and within seconds fried his entire army. Reaper yelled in frustration. All his hard work went down the drain. At least he managed to clear out the town, though the new remodeling would have to wait, it was now time to get back to the factory to find a more stable type of nightmare creature. So back to his castle he went, to work in his nightmare factory. By next year he would be ready with another batch of nightmares and he would certainly be ready for another great Halloween.