A/N: Hey everyone, I know it's been awhile since I've uploaded anything. Sorry about that, I've just been busy with work and moving in with my gf. (Woot woot!) But I'm back and hopefully going to be uploading more as inspiration comes. Haha. Anyway, this story came to me out of something my friends and I joked about as early teens, you know 13-15. I hope you like it, because it terrified us as kids.

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Naruto Uzumaki hummed along to the song currently playing, not really listening but having heard it enough to recognize the beat. It was some hip hop/pop song. Just some crap song that was popular nowadays. He ignored it in favor of getting back to his writing. After all, to get published is his biggest goal. Oh, he didn't want to become a big time famous writer like his godfather Jiraiya, which was too much publicity. He was content with being a moderately well known author, recognized by fans but not mainstream, just enough to get by with some extra. Though if the money was offered, who was he to refuse their generous offer?

He chuckled to himself and shook his head. Now was no time to be daydreaming, he had a book to write. He stared at the blank computer screen and let his mind kind of wander…just free floating around from idea to idea, thought to thought, until one of them would pop out and he would write it down, no matter how obscure. After hours of half listening to music, getting lost in thought, and all around daydreaming, he sighed and rubbed his eyes. No more ideas were coming. He decided to call it a night and looked at the clock, 4 AM. Not the latest he'd ever stayed up writing, but it was cutting it close.

After shutting down his computer he went to the bathroom and proceeded to wash his face, brush his teeth, relieve himself, and walk back to his bedroom before plopping down onto his bed and crawling under his covers. He sighed and closed his eyes, willing sleep to take him. He started unconsciously humming the song from earlier, silently scolding himself for not being able to get it out of his head. He tossed and turned for awhile, until he found a comfortable spot on his side with his back facing his room. As he was starting to doze his mind slowly blanked out, the day's events being replayed slower and slower until they were near nonexistent. Just as he was on the cusp of sleep, he heard a noise that jerked him awake. He blinked and wondered if he'd imagined it or not. He turned, looking through sleep heavy eyes and seeing nothing laid his head back down to try again.

He was almost asleep again when he heard it again, this time it wasn't a dream. It sounded like something shifting slightly under his desk, across the room. His heart starting to beat faster, he sat up and looked at underneath his desk. Nothing was there that he could make out. Just darkness, the street lights from outside the house giving a slight amount of illumination to the room.

Shaking his head, he lay down again, trying to ignore the little paranoid fantasies that play through the back of his mind. He wasn't 5 anymore. He knew monsters didn't exist. Neither did ghosts, demons, or anything like that. He was just tired and it was making him hear things out of exhaustion and an overactive imagination.

He closed his eyes and that's when he heard it again. Only this time it was a bump, and a hard one. He whipped around in time to see a pencil roll towards the edge of his desk slowly and teeter on the edge for a second before falling and making a barely audible 'thud' on the carpet.

He gulped and slowly eased himself off the bed, inch by inch until both his feet were on the floor. Somewhere in the back of his mind he noted that the carpet was almost chilly to the touch. He stood up and slowly, slightly shakily, he walked to his desk and bent to pick up the pencil. His fingers brushed it and finally wrapped around the wood, near the metal part with the eraser.

He shook his head and chuckled quietly as he set it on his desk. His stupid imagination, his English teacher, Mr. Hatake, had said that it was a good quality for a writer but this was ridiculous. He had just started to turn around when the desk was bumped again. Jumping, he turned to see the same pencil fall again. This wasn't his imagination. The desk had just been knocked like he'd fallen into it.

He quickly knelt to pick it up again when he froze. He could make out a sound, right in front of him. A slightly raspy sound, one he's heard almost every day from his dad. Something was breathing under his desk. He briefly considered his options. Before he could come to a decision, he slowly looked up and his heart nearly stopped.

In front of him were two little yellow eyes. The pupils were solid black, so it looked like two little sickly yellow rings floating in the dark. His breath caught in his throat. As if sensing his fear, the eyes almost seemed to get brighter. Slowly, what felt like hours to Naruto, a smile appeared on its face, a wide, sick smile. Almost taking up its entire face. Little rows of perfectly square teeth started back at him.

Naruto's heart pounded in his ears, every instinct in his body was screaming at him to run as fast as he could in the opposite direction. But he couldn't move an inch. The thing opened its mouth slightly and exhaled slowly. The smell of rancid meat hit Narutos nostrils, making his eyes water.

He fell backward and could barely support himself on his arms, they were shaking to badly. He couldn't look away. No matter how much he wanted to, he just couldn't. He felt like he was in some kind of trance. The thing eyed him slowly up and down, as if deciding on something. Its tongue, long and so purple it was almost black, licked its lips hungrily.

Naruto could only watch as the thing seemed to shrink and for a split moment, he thought it was going away. But that little bit of relief changed to pure terror when he saw it spring towards him in a blur of black. He only had time to open his mouth in a silent scream before everything he knew exploded in white hot pain, then nothingness.