Sleepover

I remember when I was 12, I would always be having sleepovers with my friends. One day we got together and had a sleepover at her house. This was the first time I have been to her house, and I was pretty pumped. Once we went into her room, I put my bag down and told her about some very fun horror game we could play in the middle of the night. One of those games were called the “Midnight Game.” Basically you had to light a candle, take an index card and write your name on it. Then, prick your finger and put a drop of blood on the index card. After that, you go to the front door in your house and knock 22 times. Make sure that when you are done knocking, the clock should say 12:00 AM. I told my friend that the “Midnight Man” was now in the house. Her parents were sleeping, so we walked around the house very slowly with our lit candle in hand. If the candle went out, you have 10 seconds to relite it. If you don’t make that limit, you have to surround yourself with salt, so that the midnight man doesn’t get you. So my friend and I were walking up the steps of her house, they were very creaky. I felt breath on the back of my neck, which gave me more chills then I’ve already had. Then suddenly, the candle went out. I fiddled taking the lighter out, attempting to relite it but dropping it on the floor. I quickly picked it up as my friend kept scolding me. I hear footsteps coming from the attic of her house. I backed away slowly, running into a picture frame and it cracking. We screetched in horror and ran into her room. We squished together in the corner of her room. We did not want to play this game anymore. I looked at the clock, it was 2:30 AM. We had to play until 3:33, because those are the rules. The door creaked open, startling my friend and I, and we shook as the door kept opening. We got up and ran out of the room. We prayed to god for the this game to be over, but prayers wouldn’t work this time. We huddled in the kitchen hoping the Midnight Man wouldn’t find us. It was now 3:33AM, and the game was over. We went to her room, and tried to fall asleep, but I swear to god I can feel piercing red eyes looking at me, watching.