NOTE: This story is meant to be read with the song linked below but if you want to read it without the music, that's ok with me.
I do own The Hangman but the song is owned by the band Volbeat.
The Nightmares of a Phantom
He felt himself slowly faltering into the unconscious world of slumber, his transparent form hovering his queen sized bed in what was left of his home in the town he guarded so strictly. The skeletal ruins of this once grand home surrounded him, the wood on the walls and floor coughed up sand and dust that accumulated in the past century he's been officially dead as he landed on the old ragged sheets of the bed. He felt himself solidifying and his eyes closing without warning. He put his hat on the end of the bed and fell into a slumber..
BANG! BANG BANG! Andrew woke up with a start, his eyes opened in startle fright. He glances around, and saw the body of his wife besides him. He screams in horror, bolting up to his feet as he saw the blood staining the sheet and nightgown of her body and backs into the standing mirror besides the bed. He quickly turns to see his reflection. He steps back, seeing no wounds or markings on his face or neck and he gingerly touched his cheek and finds that his eyes were normal- no black in place of the whites of his light brown eyes.
He heard the cackling of a man and Andrew turns to see Daniel hovering over his wife. "STOP!" He found himself screaming and the figment looked at him which in turn caused Andrew to seize up in fear. The room suddenly was engulfed with darkness and the gun shifted into a noose as what seems to be Daniel Cullen stroll over to the cowboy. The body of his wife vanishes, only leaving the hand-prints of a child on the sheets and on the walls around the right side of the bed. You are late for your justice Andrew. The entity hisses, the noose was being raised above Andrew, who in turn was cowering and pressed against the mirror. Your judgment has come.
Suddenly shadowy hands came through the mirror, holding the cowboy against the mirror and held him still. He screams, tears streaming down as the room got ice cold. The figure of Daniel suddenly changes to a figure of a withered hag, her skeletal form clutching the noose tightly as she puts it around his neck. The smell of rotten flesh wafted from the entity, making the man sick.
"NO!" Andrew shrieks. "NO! PLEASE! NOT AGAIN! NOT AGAIN!" His cries were in vain, the rope tightening and he felt whispering of many inaudible voices cackling and laughing at his demise as the room's wooden floor suddenly broke into an abyss, letting Andrew drop and the rope tightening around his neck. He gasped and wheezed and he felt his blood burning in his eyes, mouth and tear ducts as he kicked and fought for the precious air he craved so damn bad. He struggled, his hands on the noose as he fought to get it loose from his throat and then he heard a sickening CRACK as his neck broke and Andrew fell into the dark abyss-
Andrew lets out a scream, bolting upright with his blacked out eyes wide with fear and his body soaked in sweat. He glanced around, his body trembling as he eyed the old blood stains on the right side of the bed besides him and he breaks down, sobbing into his hands. "I should of saved her...." He whispers. These night terrors keep getting worse and worse and it was affecting his need to sleep and recharge the energy that he needed to stay in this mortal plane and to use his abilities. Andrew looks in the mirror besides him, seeing its surface dusty and cracked in some places due to age and weather conditions from the harsh desert environment outside. He goes over to it and puts a hand on the glass. "...Cursed with being haunted by my past..." He whispers, turning away.
"I should of saved her." Those were the last words Andrew said before exiting the house, his soul gem beating quickly as his paranoia and fear followed him into the desert night outside. He looks up the moon as the cold air brushed past his solidified form and murmurs "Will these nightmares ever end?..."