Atk Scary Hairy | Top-Rated |

You spin. Nothing there. The hallway is empty. Your heart is a trapped moth. You tell yourself it was a shadow. A trick of the dying light.

You look down.

“You looked. Now I’m in.” You try to scream, but your mouth is full of hair. Long strands winding around your tongue, down your throat, curling into the hollows of your lungs. You gag. Tears hot on your cheeks. atk scary hairy

The match burns your fingers. You drop it. You spin

The thing inside the carpet doesn’t kill you. down your throat

And from now on, every time you blink, it will be there, waiting in the dark behind your eyes—combing its fingers through the static of your dreams.