You are in bed, sound asleep. It is the darkest, coldest hour of night.
Awakened by the sound of laughter—you hear wild, yet subtle cackling.
You are now stiffly awake, but unsure. The sound ever approaching...
A cold sweat rushes over you, as you come to this sudden realization.
Deeply disturbed, adrenaline taking you by storm, you sit up a bit.
You feel your pulse go flat for a moment, as if time has stopped.
Outside, a harsh wind passes through the trees. You shut your window.
However, a faint laughter echoes within the confines of your room...
Skin crawling, you frantically get out of bed and run to the light switch.
Alas, to be able to turn the lights on, there would have to be power...!
The sound of many horrific giggles seem to surround you in unison.
Mind racing, you wonder, "Are you to scream?" Might anyone hear you?
As though possessed, you cannot muster a word. Your breath is faint...
The encroaching Raggedy Anns make their way up and onto your legs.
Collapsed on the floor, before you know it—they tickle and bite you...
Your limbs paralyzed—you begin to feel a numb, tingling sensation.
Everything stops—a sudden, brief halt hails he who enters in the night.
Tension rises. There is no light. There is no sound.
You close your eyes, and you pray that it's all over...
But the madness...has only just begun...
Your bedroom door creeks open, slowly... Your fear begins to escalate.
Trembling, you try to keep your eyes open, but your're having trouble.
Peeking out through the corner of your eye, you watch the door closely.
Lurching into the corridor, his beady, round eyes shine a crimson red...
His gangling figure, barely visible, slips in—a life-sized Raggedy Andy.
A blanket is slowly drawn over your face. An omen of what's to come...
Its eminent, ritualistic, midnight rape session with you is all but nigh...
It draws in toward you, glancing over you, in your sad, fetal composure.
You are frozen in an incoherent, arrestive state of nightmarish terror.
With this fiend, alone in the dark. Even your urge to scream—squelched.
Smelling your hopelessness, he attempts to provoke you even further,
"There is no solution to the situation you're in right now. Heh heh he..."
He stops to wipe the snot and drool off of his mouth and triangle nose.
Then, after a long, suspense-filled pause...with his wry smile, he says,
"Once called upon, I unleash an obliterating session of brutal ass pounding."
Your mind shan't soon recover from any of this; let's hope it doesn't happen...
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