“Let’s play a little game~” said the man with dark, shaggy hair, and icy eyes that pierce through your soul. “W-what do you want from me?” I begged. “Why, did I not say? I want to play a little game.” He replied back. “What game…” I asked knowing I would dread the answer he gave me. “A game… where you have to face your deepest, darkest, most horrifically terrifying fears.” He told me this as if I was supposed to be happy that he wasn’t going to rip me limb from limb. I felt the dim lit room move, it was as if the whole world decided to stop and everything was about to fly off. When the room stopped, I slowly opened my eyes, and I saw my mother and father, standing in front of our old house. The house was the exact same as from when I was only 6 years old… when the incident happened. I knew what that man wanted me to see, he wanted me to watch it happen again, the day my father and mother died, and left me all alone. I fell to the ground, I couldn’t watch it happen, the ground was starting to shake, and I could see the shingles on the roof start to fall down. “N-no please… I don’t want to watch this..” I saw part of the roof fall, right where my parents were. “NO!” I shouted at the top my my lungs. I fell to the ground crying as my parents were crushed by the wood. I could see a little kid run outside, probably the dumbest thing I could have done at the time in that situation. Oh, the little girl saw the blood, I can’t watch this anymore. I felt the same spinning I did just moments ago. “Why are you showing me this?” I say with as little emotion as possible, to avoid bursting into tears and letting down my guard. “Why? Well for the same reason people do anything that pleases them, I find it fun!”

I’ll continue this eventually but here’s this for now 😁