It was November 15th, Saturday at 2:30 am, Angelo was sitting on a rocking chair writing a short horror story from his blog called Spooky stories, the climate was nice at this moment, he was alone in a rented cabin on the wood where he usually go to write his stories quietly. The cabin is decorated with many paintings inside it, some of them have pictures of terrifying people that make you feel uncomfortable or make you feel strange sensation of fear when you look at them.
Angelo was really excited writing his story, he had spent two days trying to finish it, his followers were really on it either and that made him feel more interested to have an end. His story was about a man who lost his mind trying to escape from something that he could not see, he was so paranoiac and he found a black house in the woods and entered it to hide himself, looking everywhere feeling the fear and worrying to be catched.
—–Angelo stopped the writing and went to the fridge to drink a beer—–
Suddenly an indescribable noise was heard from the backyard, Angelo heard it and just ignored it but the noise was heard louder again, he took the beer with him to return and continue writing his story but something made him feel so nervous, he stopped in front of a painting while he was walking through the hallway and he noticed the person in the painting was smiling, he thought he has never seen that painting before and was there for a few moments looking at until he began listening lots of laughs.
The fear inside him increased, the laughs louder and louder, he went to the living room, it was 3:30 am in his laptop, he closed it, he started feeling drowsy then he decided to turn off the lights bulbs and go to bed, he thought he was drowsy because he spent two days writing and drinking beers. On his way to his room he noticed that all the paintings in the hallway disappeared, he just ran fast to his room and jumped to his bed and laughs stopped. He just wanted that day to finish, he fell in a deep dream and after many hours he woke up, he still felt drowsy and thirsty, he felt the curiosity to see the paintings and he realized all of them were there in the same state as always and he thought everything that happened was a nightmare until he saw the date and the hour in his laptop, it was November 15th, Saturday at 2:30 am.
Written by Angela Ramirez EIP 2019 UAPA
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