I woke up drenched in sweat. I eyeballed my surroundings. I was not in the tent-I was on my bed. For some mysterious reason, I was deeply frightened of something. With each blast of thunder, my cancerous dread spread more and more. I tried to move my head-I couldn’t. It seemed as if I was stuck to my pillow by invincible glue. Slow, steady footsteps marched up the stairs. I tried to call Jordan for help. The thing is, I was able to open my mouth but no sound escaped me. Just then, the black door slowly creeped open and instantly, all the warmth under my blanket was sucked into that thing-that hooded kid that was entering my room. It stopped at the foot of my bed and stared at me. At that moment, I knew I was going to die. I was going to die in the worst way possible. As time grinded to a halt, it slowly brought its hands to its hoodie and began peeling it back. As it did, my heart folded into itself over and over. I watched with petrified horror as it finally revealed itself as a…

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