It was only the first night...no one believed anything would happen, but they were still scared. Their fingers still shook uncontrollably, their muscles tightening and twitching with every tiny sound that erupted from the old, dark, musty house. Why? They thought, why are we doing this? The fear was embedded so deep that they couldn't answer their own question. Nothing's going to happen... They tried to assure themselves. Of course that was just hope they were going on, they couldn't be sure, especially not with so many people having told them what they were doing was a mistake.
Don't go asleep,
You'll regret it.
They watch you.
Don't even blink.
Did you hear that noise?
That was them.
That little thud,
That little rap...
They're coming for you
So keep your eyes open.
Perhaps that's what piqued their interest. Who are they? That's what they wanted to know...and to think they were so confident. What happens when you close your eyes? That was another thing. Who's going to find out? The answer was nobody, because it's not false till proven wrong, and they wanted to show everybody there was nothing to be afraid of...but there was...there always will be...that's why they're quaking in their boots...that's why they whip their heads in the direction of every little noise...
They're afraid the tale might be true.
They're afraid they'll close their eyes a wake up to find them.
They are afraid.
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Short StoryOkay! Literally these are like scenes about random stuff. I suppose requests are welcome, if you want, but really these are kind of weird and on a whim.
