User:Nonexistance

Have you ever felt like you were being watched in the dark? Terrible, soulless, invisible eyes lurking in the shadows? Perhaps, then again, perhaps not. Fear is usually hard to find in its natural form these days.... Hard to find fear in the darkness, with these children playing violent games in the dark, such as Amnesia...

But, chaos thrives in the darkness, and if it is left alone, it blossoms into something big...

Something scary...

Something evil...

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Stu was a fairly average 14-year old kid.

He had a few good friends, and was even starting to have a few more. He had always had trouble when he moved to a new city, and not just with making friends. He always seemed so... distant when his family moved, locking himself up in his room to draw for hours on end. He would create very unique peices in a certain art style that you can always tell was his. He would make fairly elaborate strokes of his mechanical pencil (his most preferred tool) to put together images of strange figures and creatures, each he would give an elaborate describtion of when you asked what they were. Each one of his creatures had a story to tell, whether it came to him in a dream or burst into his head. But, this time, he didn't lock himself in his room, like he normally would. This time, it seemed, that he was out much more often, riding his bike to several parts of the city. Stu's parents were pleased to see how much more active he was, and didnt intervene with his now common bike rides around town.

Steward, Stu for short, was out again. He had been riding to the edge if town ever since the second day he arrived in the place. At school, on the second day of his arrival, which was March 4th, he had overheard a few kids talking about an old mansion at the outskirts of town. He had only caught a few words, but had heard dark, creepy, and frightening. Having a curious and adventourous mind, he had been riding his bike, nearaly every day since he heard of the place, to the mansion to study it. The mansion was huge, he was surprised that he hadn't noticed it the first time he had drove in from the city. The giant house was surrounded by a 12-foot spiked-top fence. Judging by the looks of the place, it was abandoned. The wooden siding was cracked and warped from continuous rain and weather, and the lawn was overgrown with several types of weeds and tall grass. Vines, poison ivy by the looks, had grown up the elaborate, chisled stone walls. Shingles had fallen from the roof, and many of the windows up front were cracked. Old, grey cloths were draped on the sides of the windows. Probably for decoration, Stu figured out loud. The only way into the mansoin's overgrown courtyard was a large gate, rising up about a foot of a curve from the fence it was attatched to...

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