Over describing a prank (continuation from Over Describing a door)

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Someone wanted it, so I delivered

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I quickly dash around the corner, stifling my laughter. I creep up the other corridor and peer through the other door. I slowly push it open, as it creaks loudly. I see my sibling, frozen still, most likely by fear.

I creep to the side of their bed and crouch down out of sight. I hear their quiet footsteps, as I watch them approach the door. They peak their head out the doorway, and I notice my chance to strike.

I leap up and grab them by the waist and pick them up. They begin screaming and struggling in my grasp. I let them free to see what happens and they book it out the door.

I snort, holding in my laughter. I glance down the hall where they stood, shining the light down it. I quickly tiptoe out the other door and down the hall.

I peer around the corner, their gaze still fixed on the end of the other hall. I seize my chance and sprint at him.

The torch shines into my eyes as I blindly run at them. They begin screaming, again and they shielded their face. I stop before them, and push the hand with the light away from my face.

"Hey." I said, like an asshole.
They begin wiping tears from their face.
"Why did you do that?" They asked, in between sobs.
"Because it's fun."
"I HATE YOU!" They yelled, as the run back into their room, their cries echoing down the hall.

I snicker to myself. It will all wash over the next day.

I stretch my arms and yawn. I had a late night, so I might want to get some sleep. I was about to walk to my room when I felt something breathing down my neck. A cold, thin hand slowly grasped my shoulder, it's fingers digging into my skin.
I hold my breath, and I wait for it to go away.

The fingers gradually fell away from my shoulder, yet the breathing was still loud in my ears. The thing backed away incrementally, until I could no longer feel it's breathing.

I spin around to greet it, but I could only see shadow bathed in the moonlight.

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