My Weird Nightmare From Today...

My Weird Nightmare From Today, Quite Scary, Isn't It? It's Basically A Nightmare Birthday Party With Families And Colorful Costumes!

It started in a flicker of broken neon lights and the musty smell of stale pizza. You opened your eyes to find yourself inside an old, decaying Family Fun Center—the kind that once buzzed with life, now echoing with silence and decay. Tattered birthday banners still hung from the ceiling like forgotten memories, swaying in the breeze of a broken air vent. You knew it was your birthday… but something didn’t feel right.

Your party was supposed to be here, you remembered that. But you were alone—no friends, no family, just you… and the animatronic band on the ruined stage.

They stood in the dark, motionless.

Until the lights sputtered on.

With a jerk and a mechanical whine, they sprang to life. Their plastic eyes opened wide, unblinking, as their rubbery jaws opened with a creak:

🎵 “Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you…” 🎵
Their song slowed and warped, like an old cassette tape melting in the sun.

🎵 “Happy Birthday to YOU... again... again… again…” 🎵
They kept repeating it—over and over. The lead animatronic, a wide-mouthed dog in a glittery vest, began chanting it like a mantra. The others clapped in stiff, broken rhythm. The lights above blinked in time, as if caught in their own trance.

You ran.

Somehow, you made it back to your house. You burst through the front door, breathless—only to find everything… strangely normal.

Your aunt was there, smiling far too wide, her eyes glassy.
“I bought you gifts!” she said cheerfully, holding up a pile of oddly wrapped boxes. The rest of your family—every single one from New Jersey—stood in the living room, grinning. Too still. Too quiet.

And then it happened.

One by one, their bodies convulsed. Their skin peeled away like melting masks. Underneath were the animatronics. The same band members from the Family Fun Center. Their joints squeaked, their eyes glowed. Their jaws clicked.

“Happy birthday,” they said, in perfect, empty unison.

You looked at the gifts. Used. Dirty. Tagged with price stickers from the thrift store.

The cake? Not cake at all. A soggy, leaking lemon pie with plastic candles stuck in sideways.

The decorations? Sagging, dollar-store banners that said HAPPY BIRTHDAY in faded print. The balloons deflated with a hiss.

You turned to run.

But the world had changed.

Outside, the street was filled with clown cars. And from every tiny door, clowns emerged—dozens, hundreds. Their red noses squeaked, and their white-painted faces never blinked. They laughed as they climbed out endlessly, like a twisted circus skit from a dream you couldn’t wake up from.

You looked back. Your house was… bouncing. The walls inflated, the floor bounced beneath you—it had become a bounce house. The animatronic family inside stared at you from the doorway, waving, still singing.

🎵 “Happy birthday… happy birthday… forever and ever…” 🎵

You screamed and ran. Down the street. Past houses. Past neighbors.

But every single one of them… was celebrating.

On every lawn, parties blared with off-key birthday songs. Mascots danced. Clowns juggled. Children in party hats stared with hollow eyes. Balloons floated eerily in the sky.

You stopped in the middle of the road.

There was a giant banner overhead:

“WELCOME TO THE TOWN OF ETERNAL BIRTHDAYS!”

A voice, distorted and mechanical, echoed from every direction:

🎤 “Here, every day is your birthday… forever…” 🎤

The sky darkened, then lit with fireworks—again. And again. And again. You knew the truth now:

You were cursed. This was your fate. Your birthday would never end.

And somewhere, deep inside the music and the laughter and the gifts that never stopped coming, you realized the worst part:

You’d never blow out the candles.

Because the wish… was already made.

And it wished for infinity..