"Fear"

Bonnie was away at a sleepover and all the lights in her room were turned off, except for a single nightlight. It cast a soft, eerie glow and painted the walls with misshapen shadows.

"She crept slowly down the hall to the forbidden room and placed a hand on the doorknob," Mr. Pricklepants intoned in a dramatic whisper. He paused, savoring the other toys' reactions to his story. Woody was rubbing the back of his neck, Jessie fidgeted with her braid, the Potato Heads clung to one another, Hamm was shaking so hard that his coins clattered, and Rex squeaked and rung his tiny claws.

I love how my thespian skills can elicit such fear! Pricklepants thought as he continued.