Nightmare Before Christmas Movie Soundtrack Novels & Stories

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

Their stink was very fresh, and still leading up the mountain. Was it possible they’d already made it inside? We were walking up on a bloodbath? Had we been too late? Please, God, no. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Pandora” by 2WEI and Edda Hayes.

"I know they're going to kill me." My blood ran cold. She continued speaking. "If anyone finds this..." The audio suddenly distorted. A loud screech echoed from the speakers. The screen glitched repeatedly. Brooks tried adjusting the volume. "Come on..." The picture returned for barely two seconds. "...tell Joel..." The video cut off. Just like that, with the black screen and nothing else..Brooks immediately replayed it. Same result, the file ended there. Neither of us moved, finally I broke the silence.

"Leaving so soon, Noelle?" "Be a good boy. There's work tomorrow, and I have to go back. Just go on as planned." Resigned to his fate, Ronald nodded. However, he was clearly reluctant to see me leave. I left quickly, too afraid to meet his gaze. When I got back home, Samuel was there, much to my surprise. He probably had a little something to drink. When he looked at me, he sneered. "You're out late. I've been waiting."

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

She no longer had that carefree smile on her face as she bellowed, "Hurry up and call for an ambulance!" I was in so much pain that I was past the point of being able to say anything and could only huddle against Delilah as fresh blood flowed continuously from my mouth and stained her dress. I lost all sense of awareness, succumbing to a deep state of unconsciousness. … Willa's POV In the hallway outside the ER, Delilah moved like a raging beast as she seized me by the collar and slammed me hard against the cold wall with a muffled thud. She slapped me and bellowed, "What the fuck did you actually do to Tristan, Willa? What did you put in that drink?

I looked at Caroline standing guard over all of us with the same fierce devotion she once reserved only for battle. Finally, I looked at Desmond. The man who had never stopped choosing me. Then I looked at our son. Fred. The newest chapter of our family's story. A gentle smile spread across my face. Outside, evening slowly began settling across the city. Inside, warmth filled every corner of the room. The night before Christmas, my life had become a nightmare. But because of love, courage and the family we built together, I survived that darkness. Now I found myself surrounded by the people I loved, and who loved me in return.

"Whether you live or die depends on luck. But if you're willing to trust me and follow my instructions exactly, you might have a chance." "What instructions? I'll do anything!" "Listen carefully. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. From 11:30 PM to 2:00 AM, your entire family needs to be in the living room, in sleeping bags, under the Christmas tree." "And then what?" "This is the most important rule," he said, his voice turning serious. "You have to be perfect sleepers. You can't actually fall asleep—absolutely not, or you'll die in your sleep. But no matter what you hear, what you smell, or even if you feel something touch you, you absolutely cannot open your eyes or break character."

But just as she’s about to tip over the edge, a sound cuts through the night—a distant, guttural howl that raises the hairs on the back of my neck. Misha freezes, her body going rigid. “What the fuck was that?”

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. From deep within the abyss of my dreamless slumber, I heard the distant and muffled ringing of an alarm. The consistent beeping sound continued for a few more seconds before it finally stopped and restored the silence once more. I tossed around on the bed, the sheets rustling noisily as I wriggled restlessly on them, the alarm's beeping having broke the silence that enveloped me- allowing me to have a peaceful sleep ,and left me conscious of my environment. After trying and failing, severally, to fall back into the abyss from which I had been rudely pulled out from, I slowly pried my eyes open, but I closed them immediately as they caught the rays of the morning sun light t