- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm an afternoon and 1am poster lmao
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- - Horror
- Paranormal
- Supernatural
- Biblical
- Sci Fi
- World War I II
- Roman / Greek
- 80s / 90s
- Romance
- Occult
"What is history but a fable agreed upon?"
- Napoleon Bonaparte
Just before he could send a taunting text, Alfie's phone died. He sat crouched down in the biggest wardrobe he could find in the store. Even though he and all of his uni friends were closer to 30 than 20, they still decided to play drunk hide and seek. He pouted as his phone died, hopefully nobody would find him. Being tall and gangly, fitting his limbs into any small space was a hassle, but he managed to fold into the space. His knee's were at his chin, and he could barely squeeze his phone into his pocket without popping open the door. Being a little tipsy made it even worse, being quiet was proving a hard task.
Alfie got lazy after however long he had been in there. He didn't have a watch on, so time was becoming distorted. He almost felt like crawling out to find his other friends. It was beginning to get boring, but he also felt an intense desire to win. Minutes felt like hours, Alfie was running out of things to think about. Maybe playing hide and seek in IKEA 40 minutes til it closes was a bad idea. But he was sure somebody would release him soon.
The only signal Aflie got that he was waiting too long was when the crack of light suddenly dimmed. Alfie had a big grin on his face, assuming one of his friends finally found him. He had run to the opposite side of the store afterall. He braced himself to jump for two minutes, before realizing that he hadn't actually been caught. Curiosity got the best of him as he slowly pushed the door to. Alfie poked his head out, looking up to realize the spotlight on his set had been turned off. In fact, most of the lighting had been too. Only the window display lighting lit up the warehouse building. Aflie narrowed his eyes as he realized the music had also been turned off. He hoped he wasn't too late to get out of the doors.
As he stood up, many bones clicked. He cringed as he stretched out, how long was he in there for? Not long enough to completely sober up, that was for sure. He stumbled about as he looked around, he straightened out his blazer and white shirt. Had he been forgotten about? It was a shame he couldn't find out via text.
In a lame attempt to see if he really was alone in the dimly lit shop, Alfie rose his voice.
"Hello?"