Sometimes it's fun being scared...when you're not screaming
I woke up at 3 in the morning. A shadow moved across my room as I sat up on my bed, half-asleep. I heard a sound coming from my dresser, so I turned my head and witnessed one of my Teddy Bears chewing on one of my necklaces. It was the same teddy bear my best friend Samantha gave to me. "Samantha?" I whispered. With those words said, I woke myself up. I freaked. I gazed at the slim-opening of my closet. I freaked some more. Sooner or later I let out a good scream and pulled the covers over my head.
Whether it was a real experience or not, I will always remember that night 2 years ago. sweatdrop
 Phoebex Infinitied-- · Mon Feb 02, 2009 @ 12:04am · 0 Comments |
