Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Prologue

☆ "And slowly... very slowly... she crept towards him. He could hear her nails scraping against the wall very slowly," whispering could be heard from all over the dimly lit room I sat tensely in. A low, chilling breath moved about in the silence of the dark. Light footsteps creaked the floorboards, the subtle sounds leaving my head swarming with anxiety.

I couldn't see the person that was stalking around me, but I knew there was something there. I tried my hardest not to let the fear show on my face and looked around constantly for any sign of quick movements in my direction. On my left, my hand was clenched tightly in a fist, on my right, flickers of blue light came to life beside me.

In the silent atmosphere, no one dared to speak, not even the other two people that were with me. I could feel my eyes drift over to the guys in the corner, and while it was hard to make them out, their faces could be seen in the eerie moonlight. One was curled up in a purple hoodie, his skin looked pale in the light of the night as frightened mumbles could be heard from his shaking body. His head sank further into hiding until only fiery, orange hair could be seen.

"He could feel her breath behind him moving very slowly..." the voice continued on while my gaze shifted to the other person by the window. His brown hair had almost blended in with the dark, but the grey t-shirt in contrast reflected the little light that was in the room. He turned to meet my look when suddenly his eyes went wide in my direction. My blood ran cold, I knew he was right behind me.

A loud roar erupted from the back of me and all of the pent up nerves inside exploded all at once. My scream was shaken by the person grabbing my shoulders and rocking me around violently. A jumble of cuss words left my mouth as I fought to get him off of me. It all came to a stop once bright rays of light stung my vision. The person behind me backed off and cackled loudly, falling to the floor in a fit of laughter.

"Wow! I got you good this year, didn't I commie?" the British accent in the person's voice was a lot clearer now. "Ha, you should've seen your face!" I shook with annoyance and grabbed the nearest couch pillow, turning around quickly to face the man.

"I swear to god Thomas!" I shouted and held the pillow over my head.

"Hey, hey! That's enough Tord," the person with brown hair giggled from beside the light switch. My eyes moved from him to the person beneath me who had the most smug grin I had ever seen. I sighed, put the pillow back, and smiled with a glare.

"You got lucky this time Tom," my words were muttered through my teeth. Tom snickered and sat up, straightening his light brown hair from when he had rolled around on the floor.

"Thank you, Edd. You're my hero," he spoke, walking over to sit in the middle of everyone. I was left with crossed arms and rolling eyes that soon met with the other person still cowering in the corner. My irritated expression quickly shifted into confusion at the ginger still hiding in the inside of his hoodie.

"Uh, Matt? You know that the story ended, right?" I asked. Matt glanced up enough so I could see his worried eyes.

"So, no one is coming for my precious face?" he questioned back. I shook my head and held a hand to my forehead, pinching my eyebrows.

"Hvorfor er du så dum?"

"What?"

"I said you'll be just fine," I lied with a smile. Being the only Norwegian living with a bunch of Britts, it's always funny when they don't understand what I'm saying. Edd and Tom did kinda laugh beside me since they knew it was something insulting.

"You know Tom, that story that you told was really good this year," Edd commented while making his way back to his spot on the couch. "They seem to be getting better each year." Matt nodded furiously next to Edd in agreement.

"For the record," Tom started and I groaned, already knowing that he was about to start boasting about how good his story was. "I scared Tord. Give me the win so we can get ready for Halloween tomorrow," at this, my eyes widened and I sat up straight. Worry settled in my mind as I looked down at the floor in thought. I was pretty jumpy this year, wasn't I? Out of every scary story night that happened before Halloween, none have scared me as badly as this. Even Edd and Matt's stories made me flinch a little.

Maybe it was the darkness of the room? The feeling of being watched at every turn? I felt my chest grow tight as I subconsciously lifted my right hand to the right side of my face. Cool metal pressed lightly against rough scars, slowly moving upwards towards my eye. My eyelids closed as I lightly pressed my hand down, feeling the round eyeball with an uneasy breath. Relax, it's there.

"Tord, what the hell are you doing?" I jolted and quickly put my hand down upon hearing Tom's voice. Everyone was looking at me with concerned faces. God, what was I doing? I coughed slightly to clear the lump that was in my throat.

"Beklager, uh, sorry," I mumbled like a fool. "Eh, just thinking about some things."

"Like what?" Edd questioned further and I cringed. Damn it Edd, why do you have to push it? "It's not about your face is it?"

"I still think he looks better that way," that dumb Jehova's Witness laughed at his stupid statement. When no one laughed with him, he muttered "lame" and took a quick drink from his flask. Ignoring him, I answered back.

"No, Edd, I'm just..." my voice died as I trailed off. I couldn't just tell them about what was tormenting my mind. It wouldn't make any sense, unless, wait of course! I hadn't told a scary story yet. If I told them about what was freaking me out in the form of a horror story, then we could all move on from this. I could move on from this.

"Tord?" Matt asked, making me realize I had taken a while to answer. With a small sigh, I slowly turned my head to face Matt with an evil smirk. The ginger yelped and hid right back into his hoodie.

"It's my turn to tell a scary story, right?" my voice rumbled lowly in my throat as I crept off of the couch and hid behind it. From where I was I could hear Edd gasp excitedly and Tom grumble, probably rolling his nonexistent eyes.

"You think you can scare me, commie?" Tom questioned, liquid being swished around as he took another sip out of the same flask. At this moment, I jumped up from behind chuckling.

"Think, heh heh, I know," I held back a laugh when I heard Tom gag, almost spitting out his drink in surprise. Soon enough, I made my way to the light switch that Edd was once at. The closer I got, the more dread seemed to slow my movements. With a shaky breath, I attempted to push the sickening feeling down and shut off the soft, safe glow of the lights.

Just tell the story. Tell the story and be done with it. You can't keep thinking about it.

"Gather around everyone. I'm about to tell you a story so frightening, you won't be able to sleep for weeks. Some could even say this is a true story. Either way, get comfy. This is gonna be a long one." ☆