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“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

He suddenly slowed down, his voice grew severe. Sherry pursed her lips tightly and remained silent. At last, he had reached the end of the countdown. “One!” Nothing but an eerie silence. The silence would have lasted till the end of eternity if not for John shattering it with a chilling threat. “Good job, Sherry. You better not show your face around me ever again. I’ll chop your feet off if I ever see you lurking around!”

The man put the 'R' in Scary. "Who the fúck a-are you!?" Lanky's voice trembled. Oh yeah, it isn't her drunken state, alright. The man is indeed scary for him to affect her attackers this way. When he spoke, it was the deepest and most authoritative voice she has ever heard."Get away from the female. I do not want to be here, so do not waste my time." . .

You didn't do anything wrong" Fuck he's being scary. . .*

This girl ? Didn't she say she liked scary things ? It was her that wanted to visit the haunted house and now she was scared and was hugging him tight, he could hardly breathe. Chris could feel as she trembled in fear against his body and he sighed. “ Enough all of you ” he said in a commanding voice and the ghosts stopped attacking them as the light was turned back on. “ it's okay Maya ” Chris said but she was till shivering. “ They have stop attacking us, you can let go now ”

The peach blossom eyes slightly hooked, with a smile that seemed like mocking a fool. Hannah felt bored, so she withdrew her hand, cleared her throat, and picked up the nearby fruit to eat. Kendall laughed and said, "Why did you stop?" "You were not afraid at all, it's boring." Kendall hummed and leaned over, resting on her shoulder. "Mrs. Hawthorne, I wanted to eat grapes, thank you." Hannah glanced at him and put a grape into his mouth: "Aren't you afraid? I think Thai horror movies are quite scary."

The freedom didn't come from hurting them it came from the quiet that followed. Stephen nodded, his thumb moving slowly against my palm. "The quiet can be scary if you're not ready for it " he said. "Most people fill it with noise with deals and more cars and more scandals. Because they're afraid of what they'll hear when it stops.". I was listening, really listening, for the first time in a long time.

Suspended from the center of the frame glowing with a high-voltage purple light was a single sky-sized iron character: the typographical symbol for a full stop. A massive circular period. SYSTEM_NOTIFICATION: MANUAL_PUNCTUATION_ENGAGED. TERMINATING_ALL_ACTIVE_SENTENCES. The downward descent of the iron period was slow, uniform and absolute. The air pressure in the archive spiked, compressing into a wall of gravity that forced Elara's knees to buckle.

Scar cries so hard that her voice becomes hoarse, only to freeze in shock when she watched a food land brutally on Sebastian’s hand holding the bat. “Stop It!” Scar bursts into a frantic shout, “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” The driver laughs at her: “Kill us? Is death the worst threat you can throw, little girl? Is that what you fear the most? There are much more you should be afraid of.” Scar shakes her head, sliding down against the door as desperation grabs her. Her whole world filled with the sound of punches, kicks, and the suppressed groan of the man who is keeping up a safe little fortress for her.

Making everyone scream in hysterics instantly. The music suddenly stopped. Replaced with uncontrollable chaos and screaming. Jack stopped his guitar playing. He came to the front of the stage and smiled horribly. Jack took out a knife from the pocket he had prepared earlier. He slit his own throat until blood gushed from his neck with an expressionless face.