| Cynefin - Original |

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He heard a thud.

Waking up to the obnoxious sound, Hayden got up from his sleeping bag but tumbled over. The banging became louder as if it were coming closer.

The annoyed male sat up and trailed the sounds of the unknown slam. He toppled up the stairwell from the basement and shadowed up the sounds only to find himself standing in front of the old burnt shed in the public back garden. From this distance, the bashing was clear that it had been leading up from the small shed.

Suddenly Hayden perceived scratching noises menacing from the shed as if someone were there leaning against the walls.

The boy hesitated but decided that the possibility is perhaps a squirrel or some kind of creature.

Creature.

A curious Hayden paused at that thought. He shook his head, realizing the choice of the word he used. He then sighed. Hayden dithered but took a glimpse around the open area. Nobody or anything was in sight. The hammering continued and scratching became more vicious.

Whatever this thing is, he thought. 

Something's inside of there. Something or someone might be trapped.

The boy crept closer and closer to the burnt shed. Then, before creating affection towards the handle, he took a double take around the area. The scratching was loud and violent. He took full of the shed to his eyes. He began to reach for the handle until the thumping had shaken the door.

The boy felt petrified. He sprinted back inside his home, secured all the doors and windows, soon to go and relocate his phone. It was only 3:32 in the morning. There's barely any point in falling back asleep. Then as soon as he turned off all the brightness in the small basement, the door to the closet shook.

Scratching rackets became vibrant. Bright red glowing beams began peeking past cracks from the old, un-touched closet. The wardrobe door suddenly decided to quiver itself, although the boy stayed frozen.

He was fearful and puzzled.

He was so informally spooked to react. Before he knew it, the doors to his closet opened up magically pulling him inside.

His vision was pitch black.

Not a memory remembered.