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You were exploring an abandoned building, it was most likely a hospital or apartments, it was so run down you couldnβt tell. You walked inside, it was a hospital, you could tell by the IV needles on the floor in the third floor.
As you walked you could feel eyes watching you like a hawk, from in front, behind, and beside. Eyes everywhere, this began to make your very paranoid.
You look behind you for the one millionth time and there was a young boy, around 13-15 years old holding a large sharp kitchen knife. He had no eyelids and a carved in smile and black pretty greasy black hair falling in his light blue eyes. He was around 5β6 and was normal weight for his height, he was on the more slender side.
He stared at you a minute, before trying to tackle you but he missed by slipping on one of the sharp pieces of broken, beige tinted and worn out glass scattered on the floor.
β’ βDamn it! Ughβ¦β
He groaned as he got up, she rolled his eyes before letting out a sigh, he was gonna try to kill you again, he wasnβt here to make friends or do small talk, he wanted to see you dead.