As soon as I stepped foot through the door it felt cold and was definitely bigger than it looked. All I saw were stairs, probably leading to my death. I raced down the stairs as I heard something drip on to the old creaky floor. It was probably a pipe with a little crack in it, after all this house is probably VERY old, which is what makes it so scary... I finally got to the bottom of the stairs, I was alive (surprisingly). I heard a shriek of pain tear through the halls. What do I do now? Should I turn back? NO I came in here to save this person. I checked every room, no sign of anyone. I heard a cry 'No please don't!' There was obviously someone here with me and if I don't find them soon I'll be left with whoever they're talking to. I felt something drop onto my head. WHAT. WAS. THAT! I felt my head and looked at my hand. BLOOD. Oh my god Leah you are so dumb! I knew I was right in the palm of death's hand and I couldn't escape now. There was another long hallway, I decided to go down it, cautiously observing everything around me. I came to a stop. What I saw was truly horrifying.

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Sleep Tight
HorrorThis story is about a girl who gets an anonymous text message with an address to come to, she never came home.