2 AM

The spooky man is in my house.

I don't know how he got in. I don't know why he is after me.

I woke up from my nightmare and sat up to look at the alarm clock by my bed. 2:00AM. I DID NOT SET ALARM CLOCK

A gust of wind came and the curtains blew up into the room. The window is open, I remembered. A cold chill crept down my bony spine.

I looked around the room, but it was too dark to see. All I could see was the moon-lit shadows of the curtains on the wall. Like watching clouds, you begin to see things that aren't there. But I'm sure it was real; the brown-gray skull and hand, the beautiful JPEG'd trumpet.

I looked back at the clock, 2:00AM. This can't be right! And then I realized...

How many doots would a trumpet doot if a trumpet could doot doots?

2doots

2spooky

The door to my room opens, but I'm not ready. My bones are still young. Can I face the beast? I don't know. But I will try.

Here I lie, face to face with the origin of all nightmares. But is it enough? Can we stand up against it?

He is more beautiful than I could ever imagine. We can not fight him, yet he gives us strength.

Thank you.

thank mr skeltal

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Credited to HelloWorldHacker 
Originally uploaded on April 3, 2015

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