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"A Little Game"

     Excellent, you opened the story. My phone just pinged, notifying me of this action. I was beginning to get worried for a moment. But I guess now that you're here, I need to distract you for a few moments while I... well, you'll find out soon enough.
    I'll try to be vague on the details as to not give too much away for my plan. Where was I. Oh yes, the story. My distraction.
    So, there was this woman. Let's say her name is Sarah. Everyone in her house had gone to sleep and she was busy browsing the internet until she happened upon a story. One much like you're reading right now.
    It was dark outside, which made it far easier to blend into the shadows than you would expect. Anyways, she was just in her room, peering down at her phone, reading a story that was said to be the scariest ever written. Of course, she didn't believe it. Or maybe she did but wanted to prove just how brave she was.
    She then heard a sound behind her. A familiar sound. Her house was old, she thought. It makes those weird creaking sounds all the time. She returned her attention to the story before her. One that told of a man watching her from afar. But not just any man. A disfigured man. One that no longer appeared human. Perhaps they never were. Since the disfigurement, they were rejected by humanity and developed a strong hatred against them. A longing to look the way they did before, to lead a normal life. Perhaps that's why he watches over them.
    Sorry, was I rambling? I get that way when things get a little personal.
    But as she read on, the man knew in some mysterious way that she was reading that very story about him. He knew her location. And he was an expert of blending into the shadows. She didn't even hear him enter her room. The twisted part was, she was so focused on the story in front of her that she didn't notice the shadow out of the corner of her eye move.
    Oh, the temptation to move closer. To see the fear in her eyes when she looks up and realizes something is wrong. It makes my skin crawl in the best ways.
    You may think it would be easier to just sneak up behind her and try to scare her that way, or wait for her to turn around to see me, but that's all been done before. That was boring. Imagine the fear in her eyes. The fear in your eyes, when you realize I've been watching you this entire time and you never noticed.
    Like I said, I won't get too specific where I am or what I'm seeing. Where's the fun in spoiling that? Go ahead, drop your device. Come find me. I dare you.
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  1. AnonymousNovember 10, 2025 at 6:01 PM

    We makin it outta the trenches with this one‼️🗣️

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