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Later you wake up, stretch out your arms, and yawn before climbing out of bed, hungry and thirsty. Mom made you breakfast,
You grabbed the remote and turned on a scary movie (something your parents
You suddenly woke up from the dreadful nightmare, your eyes burst open, and sitting up immediately you saw the TV waiting for you to pick another movie or show to play. You then noticed the sweat that had drenched your body head to toe. You peel yourself out of your blanket cocoon and walk over to the stairs for a desperately needed shower, closing the ominous basement door on your way. As you make your way upstairs you hear the creak of the steps beneath you,
In order to calm yourself you find your tablet and start watching videos online, as you walk downstairs you avoid the basement door, but grow evermore curious about it. Sneaking glimpses of it in between gazing at the screen, finally, curiosity gets the better of you and you sneak over to the door and slowly open the door. It was just like your dream, except for the voices or creepy face in the void. You stared into the darkness, unable to move out of the fear that had just washed over your body, you shake it out of you and walk downstairs, fighting your fear, although you were scared you knew there was nothing down there and it was all in your mind. You walked around downstairs, facing your fear and proving you were strong and confident just like your dad and you turn around to climb back up the stair with a newfound confidence… before something grabs you by the collar and drags you down into the darkness…
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