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"Dude, I thought you said it wasn't creepy," America practically sobbed. Sweden looked up at him.

"It w'sn't," he muttered, slightly perplexed why everyone had ashen faces.

"Whatever you say," was all South Korea could utter.

"Worse still, we don't even know who killed the wife," said Turkey, "I hate stories about evil mysterious people. Or at least ones where they get away with the crime."

"I'd be more worried if they had the audacity to come back after the killing," Ukraine shuddered suddenly, "Those are the ones who have no guilty conscience; they don't see what they're doing as wrong."

"Yeah, and it doesn't even have to be a murderer," agreed Latvia, "If some freak suddenly came into my house while I wasn't aware I'd be too terrified to return. Which reminds me…"


Nakts – The Night

Based off of "La Nuit" – The Night
Credited to its anonymous author

A young student by the name of Raivis was taking several courses at the local university, one of which was music. His professor, Dr. von Bock, asked each of his students to come up with a project of how sound can reflect a certain time and place. Raivis figured he would record himself sleeping, exemplifying how the noises at night in his small rural town were vastly different than those in the city. He decided to call his project "Nakts" and planned out his course, gathering the needed materials he would need throughout the week.

Finally, the night before the project was due, Raivis was ready. He returned to his bucolic home since his family was out on a month-long vacation, leaving him unattended so he could finish his project without worry of disturbances. He set the recording equipment on his bed stand and hurried off to sleep.

The next day he turned in the tape to his teacher. Dr. von Bock then went through each of his students' projects while they completed that day's assignment. Nothing extraordinary happened after that. But the following day, before class began, Dr. von Bock called out, "Raivis, could you come here for a minute?"

"What is it, sir?" Raivis asked when he reached the professor's desk. Dr. von Bock was listening to his tape from the tape recorder, the headphones plugged in. He was frowning a bit.

"Tell me– did you do your project by yourself?"

"Yes sir, I did. Why?"

"Would you mind explaining this?" He handed Raivis the headphones, who hesitantly put them on. At first, all he heard were his own tossing and turnings, occasionally coupled with a soft snore, as well as the sound of dogs barking in the distance. The chirping of crickets was ever present and maybe once he heard the cry of an owl's hoot in the background.

Then Raivis's heart froze. For it was then, with the recorder's timer indicating 4 hours and 25 minutes into the recording, that he could hear his bedroom door slowly being opened…

…And the sound of heavy breathing from someone standing beside his bed stand.