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Rated: 13+ · Campfire Creative · Fiction · Horror/Scary · #2112811
Hi there! This is here just so I can pass the limit so I can save this.
[Introduction]
Are you afraid of the dark? Well, if you are, you should. I know this already started cheesy but just read the rest. It was April, 2016, we were at Disney World for vacation. We stayed at a little house, almost like a two-story apartment. Kinda like the ones you stay in at Ocean City NJ. Anyways on the last day we were there, something happened.
We were all packed up, mostly because we were leaving the next day. I was in my bed about to go to sleep, when I hear a noise. I heard this noise every night, but this time it was louder. Before I always thought it was the house settling, but now that I heard it more clearly, I could hear it was coming from the walls. I sat in the dark, only the light of a smoke detector to light the room, just a tiny little dot compared to the medium-sized room. I heard the closet door creak open. Suddenly a strange creature goes on the floor, almost like a shadow. Two purple dots appear where the head would be, and blinked. It went around my room rummaging through my stuff. He took notice of the Lego minifigures I got from Legoland that day. He took one and ate it. He them moved across the wall. This was when I could clearly see him. He was very slender, with purple eyes, and when he opened his mouth it shot out a weird glow in the dark purple flame, like fire, but it only gave a faint light except for the fire itself. It started to walk towards my blankets. Suddenly it came out of view. It appeared that his entire body was on the floor. Slowly his shadow-like body crawled up my bed and on to my blanket. I stayed completely silent hoping it would leave. It went onto the wall right next to my bed and stood there. He just stood on my wall and didn't move. Then he noticed me and took off my covers. I slid through his own mass, as if he was a ghost. I then closed the door and slept on the couch for the rest of the night. I went into my bedroom the next morning to find everything how it was, even the Lego minifigure was still there. Only one thing was different. Their was a painting of a beach in my room, in the painting their was a black human-shaped blob with two purple circles.

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