"W-what? Umm...huh..uh...well okay!" I laugh. I don't know why. I'm stressed. I'm stuck with a mad dude in a cave!
"Hmm" he says. Actually, that's a noise. A groan. "Follow me" he says turning his back and walking into the hallway.
"Oh what the hell!" I whisper and follow him into the hallway. It's dark. We finally reach a room. Not a room actually. It's all mirror. Everywhere except the door. The white door.
He closes the door behind us.
"You need a place to sleep?" He asks. He has this comforting tone in his voice actually. Like when a grandfather is trying to comfort a scared kid on the first day of school. He has that scary but trustable sounding voice.
"I-I don't know. Actually. I...don't know why I'm here." Weirded out by the question.
"Well, then I guess we'll see soon."
I make an uncomfortable noise.
"You...sleep here?" I ask.
He smiles. "I don't sleep." He goes through his hair with his hand. "My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented."
"You're...you're afraid of your dreams?"
He takes a long time to answer. He gulps. "Yes"
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Crooked Man
HorrorThere's an emergency broadcast. The woman on the tv looks super uncomfortable and is obviously in a hurry. "Please stay calm and stay indoors..."she says trembling. But before she can give any details, the power goes off. Like things couldn't go w...
