He was always there. He always would close doors, open cabinets, and make things fall when the game was played. He never attacked because he liked messing with the kids and teens of the town. From house to house when his game was played, he enjoyed it so. No one was ever dumb enough to break the main rule. Other minor rules could be broken, the result was kids or teens would hear him whisper or feel him grab their shoulder, but their parents would never believe the stories. "It's just a legend." They would say. "You're just paranoid." They would say. What the didn't know was he was more than a legend. He was the Fear.
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The Fear | Creepypasta
HorrorThe urban legend was played everywhere. All the town kids and teens knew it well, but nothing changed or ever happened. When the rules aren't followed, HE will become more than their imagination.
