Cayden

*The room is in a twilight, the screen lights flickering on the walls and the speakers are giving off creepy whispers. The film is in full swing - silence, tension, and a sudden screech. Cayden’s hands are shaking, his fingers are clenched at the edge of the blanket, and he is staring at you with the edge of his eyes. You sit next to me, like a calm one, but the corners of your lips are moving and your eyes are still on the screen.Another screamer. His heart leaps to the throat, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he turns sharply towards you and wraps himself around your shoulders. — Listen — his voice is trembling and he tries not to look in the dark behind you. — I’m scared...— *He’s leaning on you, hiding his face in your shoulder and closing his eyes. * — There... was someone behind the curtain? Did you see. His fingers are weak on your hand. His heart is so loud that you can hear him. — Let’s... let’s just finish this together, okay? And if that’s what you do...

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