Spooky tales

The children whispered excitedly among themselves as they followed Peter Pan through the streets, their footsteps light with the thrill of adventure. Peter led them to a place that glowed with the promise of endless fun: the gates to a carnival-like amusement park, adorned with bright lights and spinning rides. It was everything they'd imagined Neverland to be.

Peter turned to them, flashing a boyish smile, though he appeared much older than the Peter Pan they'd seen in stories. "Here we are!" he announced with a laugh, his voice playful.

“Welcome to your school." Peter beamed jubilant.

"School?" Tommy asked, frowning. "But in Neverland, you said we wouldn't have to do anything we don't like!"

Peter crouched, tapping the child's nose with a teasing smile. "This school is different. Trust me," he said softly. "This one's fun."

The dazzling lights became dominant and inviting rides overwhelmed their doubt. Soon, they were racing across the park, laughing and shouting as they frolicked through the playground. Peter Pan and Wendy watched from a distance, standing under the shadow of a tall ferris wheel.

Peter's grin widened, but it was no longer warm—

"Peter are you done? I'm starving" she says.

"Soon, my love," Peter said Patience. “Let them play a little longer..."

" After all, happy children taste better" He says.

" Indeed" Wendy says as her eyes glow yellow.

The park's lights flickered, one by one, and the joyful laughter turned to uneasy whispers. The children paused, staring around at the sudden darkness, their faces pale in the ghostly glow of the remaining lights. The Ferris wheel creaked to a stop,

Out of the shadows, faint weeping echoed, the ghostly figures of boys—just like them—appearing near the edges of the playground. Their mournful cries chilled the air, their faces twisted in sorrow and fear.

"Peter?" one child called out, her voice trembling as she clung to a shred of hope. "Is everything okay?"

Peter stepped forward, his face illuminated by the last dying light, revealing the full extent of his transformation. His teeth glinted like fangs, sharp and hungry, and his eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.

Peter and Wendy were full and kept Tommy in a cage for a midnight snack,Tommy was crying he was thinking of his family back home. He always thought his parents were stupid for giving him an early bedtime, but If he never wandered out then Peter wouldn't have targeted him and his friends.

As Tommy sobbed he saw a yellow light coming from the key hole, and the door snapped open. A tiny fairy came out.

"Don't be scared, I'm Tinkerbell" She said but her smile didn't meet her eyes.

"W.. why are you helping me?" Tommy asked as Tinkerbell entered the keyhole of his shackles.

"Well, you're too cute to be devoured by my master, you remind me of myself when I was still free. Happy go lucky" Tinkerbell said.

"Hurry and leave Immediately at the lake behind the castle there is a magic boat that will take you back home.. but remember to never be out after 6 pm" Tinkerbell said.

"Because he will find you" Tinkerbell got in his face in a split second.

Tommy gasped and nodded,

"Please help me to the lake" Tommy said and Tinkerbell did so.

When he stepped inside the boat Peter's angry voice boomed in Neverland.

"Tinkerbell!"

Tinkerbell flies towards Tommy " Sorry kid" she said with a mock apology and bit his pinky off, Tommy shrieked as the boat flies further up in the sky. Tommy holds his bleeding hand and as he left Neverland he heard the cries of the sad looking boys once more but it sounded happy. Happy that he escaped.

Peter was looking for Tinkerbell as he angry strolled down the hall,

"Where are you?" Peter yelled,

When Peter came outside he saw her nibbling on a child's finger.

"Sorry Peter, I couldn't resist" Tinkerbell said. " Want some? Tinkerbell asked offering a piece.

Peter's teeth became visible letting out a growl, "Stupid sprite! What am I going to tell Wendy?" Peter asked.

"Tell her I was hungry" Tinkerbell shrugged.

"You're unbelievable " Peter said.

Peter will have to hunt down more children for another feast, his stomach was already growling for more flesh.

Peter targeted misfits and outcasts knowing that no one will look for the, if they appear missing.

The full moon hung low in the October sky, casting a silvery light over the darkened woods of Neverland. The air crackled with magic and danger as Peter Pan stood at the edge of the clearing, his shadow stretching long and eerie across the ground. The glow of the moon illuminated his face, revealing an unsettling blend of innocence and darkness.

As he gazed up at the moon, memories began to flood his mind—vivid flashes of laughter mingling with screams, moments of joy twisted into horrors. He could see Wendy, eyes wide with excitement, her brothers blissfully unaware of the feast he had orchestrated.

Peter bit Wendy turning her into the same being as him.

He cackled with delight as he watched her devour her own brothers.

"No... no!" he muttered, clutching his head in anguish. "What have I done?"

The memories tightened around him like a noose, suffocating his laughter and replacing it with dread. How many lost boys had he lured into his dark games, only to trap their souls in this wretched place? The weight of his actions pressed down, and for the first time, he felt a flicker of shame pierce through his dark facade.

Panic surged as he recalled the children he had captured—innocent souls whose laughter had echoed through the trees. "I can't let them suffer like this," he whispered, determination igniting within him. He sprinted toward the hidden glade where he kept the frightened children, the moonlight illuminating his path.

As he approached, the children cowered, their eyes wide with terror. They backed away as he emerged from the shadows, his face twisted in anguish.

"Please! Run! I can't control it for long! Hurry!" he pleaded, his voice trembling with urgency.

The children exchanged fearful glances, unsure of whether to trust him. But then, sensing his desperation, they turned and fled into the darkness, their footsteps echoing in the stillness.

"Go to the lake, the boats will take you home.. protect yourselves.. from me" Peter said as he grabbed the children's hands.

Even after what he done to them they still trusted him and the guilt mixed with his dark side trying to take over bulged inside of him.

"Go!" Peter said helping the children on to boat, he held one child and she hugged him around the shoulders.

"Peter, goodbye" She said.

"Goodbye" Peter said giving her a squeeze back. Relief came as the boars drifted higher in the sky, he can't harm them now.

But just as hope flickered, clouds began to gather, blocking the moonlight and casting him back into shadow. The familiar pull of darkness clawed at his mind, and he felt his true nature swell within him.

the shadows wrapped around him like a suffocating blanket. His smile returned, spreading wider, revealing the sharp teeth hidden beneath. The transformation was complete, and with it came the thrill of the hunt.

Moments later, Wendy appeared, her expression a storm of anger. "You let my midnight snack escape... again," she snapped, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him.

Peter shrank back, the remnants of his fleeting humanity battling against the darkness within. "I'm sorry... I got carried away," he said, his voice lacking its usual bravado.

Wendy stepped closer, yanking his ear sharply. "Do you realize how much work I have to do? I need to find a way to recapture them!" Her voice was sharp, laced with frustration and an underlying affection that made Peter's heart ache.

"I... I didn't mean to," he stammered, feeling the weight of her disappointment settle over him like a shroud.

"Get it together, Peter," she hissed, her eyes flickering with a fierce intensity. "We have a reputation to uphold. And you can't afford to get soft on me now."

As the clouds cloaked the October moon, Peter felt the darkness reclaiming him, pulling him deeper into its embrace. He glanced at Wendy, her anger sharpening like a blade, and for a fleeting moment, he wished he could escape the cycle of darkness that bound them both.

But as Wendy's expression shifted from anger to determination, he realized that he was trapped, destined to roam the shadows of Neverland—a dark pixie forever hungry, forever searching.

Hours later the children arrived in their world, only a few seconds have passed here and hurried home, They will never play outside at night again.

Fearing that Peter Pan will return for them once more.

Tommy lay in his bed, clutching the covers tightly around him, his heart racing in the stillness of the night. His room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison shrouded in shadows. The faint glow of his nightlight cast eerie shapes on the walls, and the gentle hum of the bulb was the only sound breaking the suffocating silence.

But then, without warning, the light flickered. The soft glow dimmed and brightened erratically, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to twist and writhe in the corners of the room. He gasped, freezing in place, his breath hitching in his throat.

Fear coursed through him as he stared at the flickering lamp, dread pooling in his stomach. Was it just the bulb? Or something more sinister? He dared not call out, terrified that any sound might draw the darkness closer. Instead, he pulled the covers over his head, a futile shield against whatever horrors lurked in the night.

Silence enveloped him, broken only by the rhythmic flickering of the light, each burst illuminating the room for just a heartbeat longer. As the shadows crept nearer, he strained his ears, listening for any sign of life—any indication that he was still safe.

Then, a chill swept through the room, sending shivers down his spine. He felt it—a presence, heavy and suffocating, pressing against him from the other side of the covers. The flickering light cast a fleeting silhouette that danced across the walls, elongating and twisting into a shape he dreaded to recognize.

Was it his imagination, or did he hear a soft, mocking laughter?

The light flickered one last time, dimming to a faint glow before plunging him into darkness. In that moment of total blackness, the air felt charged, electric with the promise of something terrible.

And beneath the covers, the child held his breath, praying that whatever it was would pass him by. But deep down, he knew the truth: Peter Pan was never far away.