It has been three days. Three long, horrible days. My heart aches and my head throbs. I'm terrified. But I can't tell anyone that.
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Hi
You probably don't understand why you're reading this. Or why I've written it. It's to tell you the scary truth about being afraid.
My name is Toby. I'm one of those people that is pretty much an open book. The one thing no one knows, however, is that I've ripped a few pages out.
There are few things in this world that terrify me. I can't tell you what they are, simply because I don't even know them yet.
This story doesn't start with a big event in my life, like the day I was born or my first day of high school. It doesn't start with something tragic like the death of a family member or a horrific accident. It doesn't even start with something happy. It starts on a Tuesday. An average boring Tuesday. This Tuesday, while insignificant now, will haunt me forever.
Are you afraid? Because I am
YOU ARE READING
Silence
HorrorAre you afraid? Because you should be. Toby wasn't afraid of anything. At least he pretended he wasn't. What happens when all of his hidden fears come to life and ravage his mere existence?
