i am not a night person anymore

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A scary story

Submitted: February 24, 2016

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I lived in an old house with my buddy.i never really was a morning person but rather a night person.my buddy matt called me crazy but i told him even the drug dealers are nice in this town.so one night i go for a walk at 10:28.i am walking and i see a man sourt of dancing but at the end of every dance he strides forwards sourt of like a walts.i get closer and give him the majority of the side walk and when i look at his face the most teeth cringing face i ever saw.his eyes were wide as i thought possible and a cartoonish smile from ear to ear.i started fast walking away.i got about 2 blocks away and looked back at where he was the first time.i was suprised to not see him there."he probably left"i thought until i saw he was about 5 car lengths away.he wasnt dancing anymore he was running straight at me.so as any other person would probaly do i ran.i ran until i was out of breathe i looked back and saw him about 3 yards away and he was looking up at the sky with that same ear to ear grin so i opend my mouth to say what the crap do you want but thats not what  out at all.i said wwwwhat doo yyyou want i didnt know if people could smell or sense fear but i sure heard it in my own voice.that was about 3 months ago and i live in a new state and never go out at night.


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