goodnight.

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"Goodnight Phil" I say from my room.

No response.

"Phil, Goodnight" I say a bit louder

Still no response.

I get up and walk to his door. I knock on it a few times

"Phil, the fuck are you doing in there?" I say to no reply.

I quietly open the door to see Phil snuggled up in a mountain of blankets, deeply sleeping.

I check the time, 2:13 in the morning.

"For fucks sake" I say to myself, not realizing how late I'd stayed up reading those stupid creepypastas.

I go back to bed and shove my laptop to the side so I won't be tempted to scroll through Tumblr for the next hour.

I put my head on my pillow and shut my tired eyes.

Silence.

That's what they called it.

No noise at all.

It's completely dark.

And silent.

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