Collinlock16

Another god forsaken entity. Scratching at his windows, running into his door (Not banging. It was walking into it.) scratching on his walls‐

Seriously, could he not get even a MOMENT of peace?

This all came to a boil one day, when things started to get even worse.

So, Collin decided it was a good idea to go on a walk.

Yup. Going on a walk. In a world that he is FULLY AWARE is haunted.

The thought was almost comical to him—this was probably one of the worst ideas he had ever had. He chuckled, low in his throat, as raindrops hit his back.

As he walked, farther and farther away from the comfort and warmth of his home, he noticed... a presence.

Not that he gave much of a shit, anyways. He walked past anything suspicious, not sparing things like that as much as a second glance.

Judging by the growling that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once, it did NOT like that one bit.

Once he turned around, having gotten bored of wandering through these all too familiar surroundings, he noticed that something was off within seconds of arriving home.

His door was gone.

No, not open.

Not broken.

Just... gone. vanished with no sign that it was ever there other than the fact that the hinges were somehow still just... sitting there.

That, and the fact that the trap door leading to his bunker was gone too, kind of alarmed him.

As he stepped in the door, he jolted—the air was freezing, biting against his skin like a bunch of tiny silverfish as he stepped farther and farther into the house.

"Can you, like... not?" He murmured, more to himself than anything. He didn't expect any sort of reply—not even any noises.

And then his suspicions were confirmed as scratching echoed from the entrance of his bunker, before somethings head popped out.

And there it was—the new entity that had been disrupting his life for god knows how long.