"I don't like it in here Rick." Said Paul.
"Shh!"
"You think he's gone?"
"Hm, let me go check."
Paul wanted to get out of this odd little rooms. It seemed really old and had a wooden desk with a candle on it. Beside it was a lighter. Paul did not like the dark, so as Rick left the room he picked up the lighter and lit the candle to escape the darkness. Oh, why had he lit that candle...
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Kathy sat in her room, drawing.... Just, drawing.
It was one o'clock in the morning.
And Kathy drew...
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Rick looked down the dark hallway, it was silent, to silent actually. Everything felt wrong.
"Uh, Paul... I think it's safe to..."
He heard a noise. But it wasn't a creepy noise, it was a light cry. Rick went back into the storage room and gasped. On the walls, written in blood, were the words. "Stay here with us."
And next to the mysterious words was Paul, just sitting with eyes closed.
"Paul!"
Rick knelt down next to Paul.
"Paul? Say something!"
Paul didn't move.
