There was a sudden whispering in Canada's ear, like the faintest brush of a bird's feather. He turned and for a split second, he thought he saw a light whisk back into the shadows. He shone the flashlight into the darkness, but again, there was nothing. He felt as though he was in one of those horror movies America is obsessed with. He shivered at the thought, but what if ghosts were real? Then, if they were real, why is one bothering him?
Just then, a faint bump echoed down the stairwell. Canada turned and, without the flashlight, saw what seemed to be thick paint leaking down the steps. He moved the beam over the steps and was instantly greeted with a wave of dizziness when the red glistened back at him.
At the bottom of the steps, he saw the ravaged body of Kumajiro. Huh, it's funny, he can only remember his pets name when it's dead. With tears streaming down his cheeks, his flashlight beam showed where someone, or something had written the words, FIRST WARNING, GET OUT!
Canada turned and ran to the front door, dropping the flashlight in his haste. It clattered to the floor and flickered out. Canada grabbed the handle of the door and turned, only to hear the resisting click of the lock. He turned for the back door, then screamed as he came face to face with a paper hanging from the ceiling. Written in polar bear blood were the words, "YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME, FOOL." Canada swatted the paper aside and ran for the kitchen door. Locked. He ran for the back door. Locked. He tugged relentlessly at the windows. Locked, locked, locked, LOCKED!
Racing up the steps, he ran into his room and searched frantically for his cellphone. "Looking for this?" Sang a wraithlike voice, with the phone hovering inches away from Canada's face. As Canada reached up to snatch it away, the ghost said "Tut-tut, don't you know how to play? We are playing a game of hide and seek, but if I find you, you die, if you refuse to play you die, and if you win...we'll decide upon your prize if you win."
Canada frowned and backed up a few steps. "But...wh...why?"
A faint form materialized in the gloom. It was human, tall and thin, with fingers curled around the blonde nation's phone. As the figure slowly darkened, Canada could make out that it was male, with short hair and one definite curl that stuck out from the rest. It faced upward, but in the middle there was a break-sort of like the lines on a heart monitor-that made it look creepy. He was wearing a fedora with a feather on it and a black suit, harmless enough, but the bulge in his pocket looked oddly like a knife...
The spirit's hat covered his face, but Canada still felt a feeling of Deja vu around him. The ghost tilted its head up and Canada nearly fainted.
"I-ITALY?!"
"No, not Italy" The name was spoken with unhidden malice. "Feliciano Vargas, at your service!" "But, why are you doing this?" whimpered Canada. "Because, Canadia I am bored and unfortunately for you, I wish to play a game. You see, I live for games..." At that statement, Feliciano's fingers curled around his knife"...and you happened to be the one I wish to play with, for all you countries are my playthings and I want some entertainment. And entertain me you shall!" He then started laughing maniacally, and backed Canada into the corner of the room. Feliciano's eyes glowed red and he unsheathed a bloody knife from his pocket.
"Run."
This is my first story and I am not sure if I should continue (I need ideas!)
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