You and Fiore were friends, you two were pretty close. You both were the same age, you guys also loved to get into trouble. There was one difference, though. Fiore wasn’t so afraid of anything. You were scared of the dark, almost terrified.

Now, you guys were getting ready for bed. You always slept with Fiore, she didn’t really mind. Fiore was now writing in her journal while you fidgeted with your hands. “What’s with the scared look? It’s not THAT dark in here.” She rolled her eyes.