Why hello there, my name is Mystery. I am quite the accomplished ******** of my day, starting from when I was a child. My specialty? **** ******, the best kind of ****** in my opinion. Would you like to hear a story about my ******? Regardless of your answer I’ll just continue on, here is one of my best ******. Also don’t worry about the asterisks, my job is just too shadowy to be translated into human writing.
It begins in a neighborhood, cold, dark, and lifeless. A piece of trash slowly moved with the wind, creating a hollow sound as it hit various objects in the way of it’s path. The wind died, and the trash came to a stop beside a looming old building. The cement stairs were in desperate need of repair, the windows covered up or slightly broken, dead trees stood in its yard and it’s door was strangely new.
Inside, a shadow of a human slowly walked around, creating echoing steps every time they walked. The cracking of children’s laughter echoed from downstairs in an almost creepy fashion, yet it did not scare the shadow. Outside, a family arrived at the building preparing to sleep the night there. They walked up the stairs, talking amongst themselves and the shadow noticed them. Like the cheshire cat, only the gleam of the shadows teeth could be seen.
Holding the handle of the door, a strange creak could be heard as they opened the door, and a wind rushed in with a sound of, “Go back, go back.” No one listened to the wind, and just continued inside. The door closed with a heavy slam from the wind and the family walked down the dimly lit hallway, right towards the shadow. Time slowed down to a creep before the shadow jumped out at them and a deafening scream rang throughout the building.
Don’t worry about the scream, for it could be anything. Whatever you’re thinking of may or may not be true but of course no one really knows what happened except me. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination but for now, cheerio.
Beats of Tenai 
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