 sugary sweet Evil Pastry Lady
Chris kept walking and feeling Nat's hand in his squeezed it. He'd protect her that's for sure she was one of his good friends and Tim's other best friend. Tim would kill him if he didn't. He was trying to not appear scared but the silence had him terrified. He definitely watched too many horror movies. Silence was bad. Very bad. He could practically feel his stomach twisting around in a knot. His gut told him something was going to happen and hopefully he could prepare himself for it. He mentally tried to think of as many spells as he could so he didn't freeze up in the moment.
"I don't like the quiet..." Chris whispered as he looked around his light seeming to dim. He carefully extinguished his light and relit it. "Ever hear the phrase, the calm before the storm?" he glanced at Nat and swallowed. Yup it was too quiet and he didn't like it. Carefully he continued to walk and look around. |