He never felt more scared in his entire life. All Bart Simpson could do was run. Run as fast as he could and not look back. The halls seem to narrow and extend longer than normal hallways, as if he were in some twisted horror movie. Was he awake? Maybe he ate something bad and it made him ill to make his surroundings act surreal. Or was he really asleep and this was a horrible nightmare?
Laughter rang out behind him. Laughter he didn't recognize yet did at the same time.  It was distorted, like mixing two laughs together. Almost sounding like a voice that had been haunting his dreams for years and a laugh he had just recently heard.  Next he heard chanting... A male and female voice but they were chanting different things in low fast whispers. Dark figures and shadows around him moved across the crimson walls as he ran.
"...Tapping at my chamber door..." the female voice said through inaudible mutters. "Only this and nothing more..."
"To feed oblivion with decay of things." said the male voice, the one that burned in the back of his mind for the longest time, a voice he dreaded. The hall began to torment him, twisting this way and that, spinning faster and faster. Still, like the female's voice, the verses were among the murmurs. "To blot old books and alter their contents."
Bart started to panic more when the murmurs got louder but focused on the door before him, running faster and pushing himself to move. It had felt like he had been on a tread mill.  The dark carpet under his feet seemed to  move in the opposite direction of the door.
"Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
"To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings,"
He couldn't bring himself to look back at the voices. When the hall finished stretching, spinning and distorting, he reached out.
"One may smile, and smile, and be a villain!"
"Quoth the raven, Nevermore!"
When the door opened, everything went silent and the shadows went into hiding. Panting and sweating, he looked back to see an ordinary hall. Turning to the doorway, all he saw was complete darkness.
"Hello?" he called which echoed. No answer was given. Footsteps were heard a ways behind him and the voice of his sister rang out.
"Bart, what are you doing?"
Bart let out a sigh of relief and turned. Lisa stood in the middle of the hall, staring at him. Her yellow skin suddenly got pale and her eyes widen.
"Get away from the door!" she screamed.
"What?" Bart asked, stepped toward her. Out of the darkness of the room, two hands reached out, one in a black coat sleeve with a pale, feminine hand and the other in a red sleeve belonging to a button down and a more masculine hand, grabbing him by both upper arms and dragged him back into the inky blackness. "HEY! LISA!"
The laughing returned while a feeling of falling came over him.  He felt his body hit something hard and his eyes flew open to see Lisa standing over him.
"Bart! Wake up! You were having a bad dream!" She chided. Bart woke in a tangle of his bedsheets in his own bedroom. His heart once racing slowly calmed at the welcoming sight.
"Oh god, Lis!" he gave a relieved sigh. "You have no idea how scary that was..."
"Just come on! We'll be late again!" Lisa sighed, going to the door. Bart stood and looked around. Everything was in it's place. He grinned and stretched before the same murmurs started coming from under the bed. Moments later, the same hands from his dream shot out, grabbed him by the ankles, and dragged him under the bed. Bart screamed as he dug his fingers into the carpet, trying desprately to get free but the grips were too strong.
"NO!" Bart bolted straight up in bed, panting heavily in a cold sweat. He looked around frantically to find himself in his moonlit room. Glancing at the clock next to his bed, he saw it was only three in the morning. When Bart's mind came to terms that he was safe, he flopped back down onto his pillow and stared at the ceiling.
"Ai Currumba..." he panted. The door slowly opened and he could hear Homer's voice in the next room. A sudden pang of terror and de ja vu hit him when the door shut and a familiar figure stood in the room in all black.
"Hello Bart!" Sideshow Bob smirked.
"GAH!" Bart yelled and this time climbed off the other side of his bed to see someone sitting on his window sill.
"Going somewhere Bart?" the female voice from before asked softly and all he could see was a Cheshire grin on the dark figure's face. Bart's collar was grabbed and jerked back onto the bed as the knife was raised and brought down. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and screamed out once more and the room went black as the laughing got louder.
Bart woke with a start and looked around, this time finding himself laying on the couch with Milhouse on the other end, sound asleep. Around them were scattered pizza boxes that they had engorged themselves on earlier that night. Among the boxes were DVD cases of horror movies that had gone with the pizza, including some old cheesy ones from the 1970-1980s. On the tv at that moment was an old sitcom with canned laughter telling Bart he missed the last part of the last movie. The pain in his shoulder was caused by a spring that had come lose in the cushion he slept on. Bart let out a sigh as his stomach gurgled and bubbled causing a burp to sound, one like his father usually let loose.
"Ohhhh..." He groaned as he rolled over. "Never again..."