HAI! this was a suggestion I've found interesting, Credit goes to Protoestrella1.
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-Ari/Ozzy000
It was getting late and the four friends were gathered in a circle, listening as Kristoff told one of his famous horror stories. There was a candle that lit up his face, his voice got quieter and quieter...
"step... step... step... BOOM!" everyone jumped backwards in a fit of screams and yelps of fear, Kristoff only laughed and watched as they scrambled back into humanity.
"You... Y-you are not allowed to tell anymore stories" Anna rubbed her eyes, wiping away the few tears of shock.
"You have a jacked up mind bro" Sven snorted as his older brother recovered from his raging laugh attack.
"It was just a story, unless a soulless is under your bed, haha" Kristoff soon stopped his teasing when the redhead starred daggers into him.
"You are going to scare Elsa" Sven added, pointed to the blonde who sat teary eyed, trembling furiously.
"You scared her you jerk!" Anna scooted over to her friend and hugged her, trying to comfort her.
"I'm sorry I can make better stories than you guys, really? The tickle monster story was the worst Sven"
"The tickle monster is completely scary Kris!" Sven protested, lips curling back into a snarl.
"You ok Els?" Anna asked softly. Elsa looked down and sniffed, pulling out of the hug and scooting the farthest away.
"C'mon, now shes terrified" Sven said, crossing his arms.
"How'd you even get the idea to make that story?" Anna asked, lifting from the ground.
"It was a watered down version of the mad fiend-"
"No wonder she is terrified! You made a story based off of her..." Anna's voice went into a whisper "Father..."
Elsa laid in her bed silently, stirring around and groaning in frustration. She couldn't get comfortable, mentally and physically. She tried to block the imaged of the mad fiend out of her head but the more she tried the worse it got. She was tired, her eyelids extremely heavy.
Before she knew it, she had woken up, one last scream escaping her mouth before she could recognize she was back into reality. She shuddered. Elsa was lonely, one thing she missed was sleeping with her deceased dog's head, she had always thought he would protect her from Adgar, yet it didn't. But right now she was alone, in the dark, feeling like she was being watched.
She imagined Adgar starring at her like he always did, he'd come in her room in the middle of the night and pull off her blankets, and that's when she knew the worse was coming.
Elsa looked at the clock:
3:05 am
Five minutes had passed, a five minute nightmare that felt like an eternity. She could barley remember what it was about but whatever happened was the worse.
"Elsa..." a deep voice swirled out of the darkness, it sounded like her father.
He's not real... He's not real... He's not real...
He wasn't real, he was just a figure of her imagination.
Elsa