Knuckles
Inside the surprisingly clean apartment of a Darkwire runner was Cartri, his eyes glued to the screen of a holographic TV along with a bag of popcorn in front of him. One after the other he placed the popcorn in his mouth, tense to the bone from the horror film that was on. The knock was a cult classic, it entailed a series of stories to do with the infamous legend, one that made anyone watching jump out of their skin and stay away all night.
The scene right now was a lonely citizen inside of an apartment, watching entertainment the same as he was. Then... came a knock from the door.
Cartri slowly stopped eating and shuffled in his seat from the increased volume of the music. His mouth and eyes were wide open as the figure in the movie slowly approached the front door, unaware of what was behind it. Although, when the music hit its peak it abruptly stopped when the character opened the door to reveal nothing there. Sighing in relief Cartri finally threw another piece of popcorn in his mouth with a grin, completely smug from how well he composed himself at that moment.
Not long later the scene would pan to the character walking inside of the bathroom and closing the door behind them. As they looked into the mirror in thought, there was no music to show of any jumpscare arriving. Yet, when it came down to movies like this they could come from complete nowhere. A small flicker came from the lights of the bathroom, before the overwhelming sound of a...
The scene right now was a lonely citizen inside of an apartment, watching entertainment the same as he was. Then... came a knock from the door.
Cartri slowly stopped eating and shuffled in his seat from the increased volume of the music. His mouth and eyes were wide open as the figure in the movie slowly approached the front door, unaware of what was behind it. Although, when the music hit its peak it abruptly stopped when the character opened the door to reveal nothing there. Sighing in relief Cartri finally threw another piece of popcorn in his mouth with a grin, completely smug from how well he composed himself at that moment.
Not long later the scene would pan to the character walking inside of the bathroom and closing the door behind them. As they looked into the mirror in thought, there was no music to show of any jumpscare arriving. Yet, when it came down to movies like this they could come from complete nowhere. A small flicker came from the lights of the bathroom, before the overwhelming sound of a...