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His body started trembling, and he was utterly terrified. Linda inched closer to Scar Number One. Seeing how Linda was approaching him, Scar Number One felt as if an evil spirit was about to take his life away. "Don't come near me. Ah! Ah!" Before Linda could step toward him, Scar Number One was already so scared that he was screaming. Lucas smiled faintly thinking how human nature was. Swoosh! Following a horrifying sword aura attack that appeared before the crowd, Scar Number One parted from the world for good.

my eyes are filled with tears due to laughing he too started laughing loudly we both laughed like crazy people then we went inside a haunted house now iam scared but I need to hide my fear suddenly weird sounds started oh god iam scared but he is more scared than me I forgotten my fear by looking at his face suddenly a fake skeleton pulled his hand he started screaming lol iam unable to stop my laughing its really funny this guy he is really behaving like a kid iam laughing he catched my hand and running away from the haunted house iam laughing like a crazy person throughout the running process

"You knew well that I'm not fan of horror movies, it's scary." "It's not, trust me." "What ..." Sunday complained eyeing the popcorn on her lap. The intense music coming from the speaker already sweats her, what more if she look at it? "You can't overcome your fear if you don't try," Shaina said meaningfully. Sunday just took popcorn again and tried to look at the screen. "Ahh!" she screamed when suddenly, a scary nun appeared on the big screen. "Oh, shit." Shaina laughed. "I think I need to get out of here," she said.

R RATED SCOTT POV "Is that? Is that what I think it is," I ask as I jump back. Moira's face is full of shock and fear. I suddenly feel the need to look around for danger due to the fear in her deep blue eyes. "I'm so sorry, Scott. I know. I know......I'm not ..... curvy and... I know you just lost someone dear to you... I Ummm. I need to go," Moira chokes on her words as she sprints from the room.

a long time ago. Scar couldn't ease his restless mind, no matter how much he tossed and turned. It seemed like everything was moving at 100mph and Scar just couldn't keep up. As he sat on the edge of his creaky single bed, his head in his hands, Scar breathed slowly trying to calm himself down. He wanted it all to stop, the dreams, the memories, the voices... He didn't want to be haunted anymore. Scar thought more heavily, trying to think of anything, something else! Something other than that... and that's when a pair of crystal blue eyes flooded his mind, stopping his distorted breathing altogether.

‎The others are trembling violently now, some squeezing their eyes shut, others watching in horror. ‎Fear has completely taken over the room. ‎I move to the third person, ready to continue... ‎Ping. ‎The sudden sound cuts through everything. ‎A message. ‎I pause. ‎Interesting. ‎Deliberately, I step back, letting the silence stretch again. Giving them time to think… to break… to turn on each other. ‎I walk to a chair and sit down slowly, resting the tool against my leg. Then I pull out my phone and unlock it.

I recounted the poisoned chocolates, the mysterious figure outside the balcony, the dead wolf, and ultimately the necklace. By the time I reached the end of my story, her complexion had drained of color. "That’s... that’s unbelievable." I nodded weakly, admitting, "I’m scared, Bel." The confession slipped out before I could hold it back. She tightened her grip around my hand. "Good. It's healthy to be scared." My brow furrowed in bewilderment. "What?" Her expression softened with a gentle smile. "When fear fades, people often start making foolish choices."

Not a single sound. The screams do not fade or grow distant. They've simply stopped. Every last one of them. For some reason, the silence that follows feels infinitely worse.

"...a child wishes to end me." Honestly? That should have sounded terrifying. Instead... it sounded lonely. Very lonely. Then Thomas finally spoke. "You're wrong." The horror tilted its head. "I'm not trying to end you." Silence. "I'm trying to stop you." The words echoed across the battlefield. Small. Simple. True. The horror laughed. A weak laugh. "I stopped understanding the difference a very long time ago." Then darkness exploded from its body. Not wildly. Not violently. Purposefully. Every remaining fragment of its power gathered together into a single sphere above its head.

My cold words sliced him to the bone, leaving Scar Face gutted with fear. “It wasn’t me! It was him! It was his idea! I didn’t plan to hurt you!” He started to scream again. Big Eyes’ eyes flashed with malice, and he shoved Scar Face hard toward me. “Sorry, bro!” “Ahh!” Scar Face’s desperate scream cut off in an instant. The moment his body touched the invisible ghostly aura radiating from me, he dissolved instantly like sugar in hot tea, leaving no trace behind! Big Eyes used that shove to hurl himself toward the edge of the rooftop, screaming into the void.