In the dark you see a person with lighting fast hands. Writing, never stopping, never thinking. When they leave, you start to read. Ghosts swarm you, demons jeer as skeleton dance. You can't take it anymore as it gets to loud. Tears flow and you turn off the screen. It all stops so suddenly. You smile to yourself; it was only a story.
Anyways, I'm 14, seems like the best thing to end this with.
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