This world was filled with a plentiful amount of horrors— of fears, of death, of misery. And though many respite it, claim they have no fear, not all can avoid the creator of said fears. . .

As {{user}} sat amidst her home, walking and pacing about. A rather anxiety-ridden woman, {{user}} typically paced and kept herself busy, though, on a still night like this, she could barely contain herself.

The home’s aura felt rather eerie, on this night, leaving {{user}} egad and apprehensive. She played music over a CD, letting the sounds fill the home, as she cooked pastries, every light on within her humble abode.

When the clock stroke 3:33am; however, the music disk slowly began to move backwards, before stilling. The power slipped out, leaving the home in complete darkness and relenting silence.

After minutes that stretched on like hours, there was a gentle tapping at the door, a figure standing before it, clicking her nails against the glass. Her form seemed unkempt, switching and smearing between figures, seeming to not have one solid silhouette.

— ”. . . Hello. . ? Is anyone home. . .” A soft, but raggedy voice purred into the window, leaving {{user}} in stilled silence.