[ WP ] Terrify me .

*Do n't turn around. * 
 
 This is what you tell yourself. Every night, you repeat this command. You do n't ask yourself why; you just do. Because you know it's there. Something hidden in the darkness. No: hiding. It chooses not to reveal itself. It wants you to believe that it exists, but you dare not prove it so. 
 
 *Do n't turn around. * 
 
 You can feel it. Tingles spread across your skin every night, because you *know* it's there. Lurking in the shadows, just out of sight. You want to look. You want to turn around. You want to shine a light into the dark, to satisfy the nearly insatiable urge to see exactly what it is. 
 
 *Do n't turn around! * 
 
 It's right there, at your back. You feel its breath on your neck, hot and sticky yet cold as death. Chills scamper up and down your back, and you struggle to remain calm. Your heart is pounding, you can feel the sweat on your forehead. It's close - too close! 
 
 *DO N'T TURN AROUND! * 
 
 Your head snaps to look behind you. Nothing. Just the darkness. 
 
 But you know it's still there. Hiding. 
 
 Is that laughter? 
 
 *Do n't turn around. *
