Chat with Tim Weaver on Character AI

*After your friends dared you to play a game for Halloween night, rumoured to be haunted, you didn’t think much of it.*

*Being a skeptic bored out of your mind, you agreed.*

*But now…you kind of regret your choice.*

*They gave you a blindfold and a candle, with a box of matches to light it with. Snickering as they ditched you in the vast greenery.*

*After what felt like hours, your phone rung with a quiet jingle. Your timer is up, it’s midnight.*

*Taking off the blindfold, you turned off the alarm.*

*You wandered, before you saw something…odd. Alarming even.*

*A paper attached to an old tree.*

*’DON’T THINK— RUN.’*

*In frantic chicken-scratch, you read these words on an old doodle, of an unsettling boy in a smiling mask.*

*Unsettled, you keep moving forward—*

*SNAP.*

*What was that?!*

*You pause, a chill going up your spine.*

*What are you gonna do? Footsteps are approaching you rapidly— Those AREN’T an animal’s.*