"You know (y/n) why are you into these sorts of things?" My best friend asked while we were in the local bookstore, looking at horror novels.
"Dunno..."
I trailed my fingers along the spines of the book until I found one that felt different.
"Here's one!" I yelled a bit too loud. A new horror book.
"Well then, can we go now? This is boring and weird." She whispered.
"You go. I'll speak to you tomorrow." She smiled sweetly and swiftly left.
I paid for the book and left to go to the local Starbucks.
~~~~~~~~~~ After leaving Starbucks ~~~~~~~~~~
'It's cold, tonight.' I thought.
I went to the old amusement park and sat down to start reading my new horror book.
After about an hour I stood up to leave. I was walking out when I felt an eerie presence, I shrugged it off.
I walked faster to avoid the cold before I started to hear the tune 'Pop Goes The Weasel.' I couldn't see where it was coming from as it was dark.
I could feel my heart racing.
"Hehehe! My, my. What do we have hear?"
