Are you afarid of the dark?
In this world, there is only night time. There is no day. The sky is always black, there are no stars. The only thing you can look around with is a flashlight and the sun that is almost always hidden behind dark black clouds. Where are you? How did you get here? What were you doing before all of this chaos started? How will you leave? Can you leave? The night before you and five friends were playing around at a cemetary running around all of the graves, laughing. Tempting the spirits. They couldn't get you. This was what you thought. You were gravely wrong. They pulled you into their world, their little hell, to torture you. They are using you to have fun, after all, what fun is there when you die? They have created this world, a world that you enter every night that you sleep. Will you try to stay up? If you do, can they make this world your reality? Can you tell what is your reality? Only time may tell.
