Darkness...
Everything...was dark...
Everything...except for the flickering TV in the middle of the room.
It was an old TV, with a big crack in the middle of the screen.
You were unable to move...this wasn't what normally happened...
You kept staring at the static, trying to figure out how that was even possible, but thag only led to you getting a terrible headache and made the atmosphere seem even scarier
A cold shiver started to crawl down your spine, slowly, as if it trying to torture you
You knew the darkness, but something was different, this wasn't your house, that wasn't your TV and those weren't your footsteps...
You began to panic even more, you needed to run, now!
But you couldn't, couldn't run, couldn't hide, couldn't move, why weren't able to move?!
Where were you?
And who,
no,
what
was entering the room?
YOU ARE READING
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FantasyComplete Darkness... That's what you see when you wake up In a house that doesn't belong to you and with footsteps coming towards you
