Yes, but the judge/judges of this round can still be the judges for the next one, too. If you want.

I just started reading through this thread and.... wow. Sou D...... that actually really struck a cord with me, because there are certain people who have died that I still feel sad about. That was..... terrifyingly realistic. And very, very sad. That was also very well written. Aaw Alisa! Oh well. 

Hhhm. Could I perhaps try to enter for fear? I do enjoy that.... I dunnow, what has always attracted me to the Watership Down-The books- stories is that the author manages to convey images that from a rabbit perspective are truly horrifying, and make us feel that horror or fear. The original movie adaptation of it is.... weird. It had really disturbing images in it and had bits where it was..... erm..... really creepy. Then Disney (OH JOY WHATEVER I DON'T LIKE DISNEY BLEH BLEH BLEH) made a newer adaptation of it and it was.... actually kind of disapointing to me. Still fun to watch though. Somehow I really enjoy being freaked out-to a certain level. When you get to freakyfreakyfreaky Nightvale style I close the book. Anyways, may I enter?

It certainly is.

I liked that! Mmm. Okay... I got an OIDEA bert I dern't know how to start it.... mm.

Imagine you're alone.

Just in your house.

Nobody else is there.

You've got some time to yourself.

To maybe go onto the computer, play a game.

After a little while, you're on the couch reading. You pause for a moment, a lull in the storyline giving you time to think. It seems.... really silent. You don't know where the cats are. You let them out a few hours earlier. Just you in the house. It's very quiet, and you feel like just your breathing is uncomfortably loud. You rest your head onto the couch. Even that small, movement, just with the small accompianing creak, also is uncomfortably loud, relaying your position to anything else in the house.

You shrug it off, and turn back to reading your book, although that uncomfortable feeling in your stomach doesn't go away. You're really starting to get into the plot, you're totally absorbed in the book, when you hear a small creak. You pause reading, your eyes in the same place, but the rest of your senses scanning the area. You wait a few seconds, and then put it down to the house settling down. You swallow slightly, and have the creeping senation that you are not alone. Which is unfortunate considering you know you are alone. You try to get back into the book, but you can't. Finally you decide to go for a walk, the empty house is starting to creep you out. You get up, and quickly throw on your sweater-it's pretty cold outside.You hurriedly tie your shoes, a sense of urgency, and the usual flight signal going to your brain, making you want to get out of the house as fast as possible. You try to shove images of something coming into view behind you, stepping out from the corner where the entranceway ends and the inside of the house begins, from your mind. It's evening, so it's getting dark in the house.

You quickly rise up and open the door, a creeping sensation feeling the pit of your stomach. You walk outside, the air is cool, nipping at your exposed face, and the door shuts with a small click behind you. The fall trees shake slightly in the wind. You zip up your sweater up to your chin, and go for a walk. As the house recedes into the distance, tall poplar trees crowding around you as you venture into the woods, you get that same feeling, making you think of eyes watching you. You swallow slightly. The wind picks up more, and you start to regret leaving the warm house for your walk, and the wind blows your hair into your face. You brush it aside, and-you spot a movement in the corner of your eye.....

You turn quickly, and, of course, it's gone. You stop walking, and survey the forest around you, just moving your eyes. Nothing but dead stumps and trees. The poplars' leaves rustle in the wind. You trn back to the house-it's getting dark, and it's easy to mistake a log for a monster in the low light. You walk quickly, cupping your hands to the side of your head so you can only see directly ahead-anything in the corner of your eyes is likely to freak you out before you realise it's a dead log. A coyote's howl cuts through the air, but unlike when you usually hear them in the house, it seems more scary than beautiful. Also, it's only one, so that is a little strange. You walk a little faster, knowing that your brain is probably hardwired to recognise that sound and activate your fight-or-flight instincts. But your imagination prevails, painting images of some kind of mutant coyote-with ll eyes, glimmering sickly in the low light. You hear footsteps behind you-

You whirl around, leaves swirling around you. There is, predictably, nothing....

But you still feel like you're being watched.... You turn back to the house and break into a quick jog, taking your hands back from the dies of your head, leaving your imagination to do what it will with the corners of your eyes. You finally reach the house-there's a light on-maybe your parents came back sooner than expected. You stop-your parents said that they would be back at nine-at the earliest. Also, their car isn't in the gravel driveway. Your watch says it's still six-thirty. It's getting very dark, and you squint your eyes to see who' inside the house-maybe burglars?  But wouldn't they leave the light off then? You step back involuntarily.... you see a dark shadow stalk towards the indow. It stops, and all you see, with it suluhetted against the light, are shiny, shiny eyes. You feel a prickling sensation on the back of your neck. You feel like the the shadow is watching you. You turn around, and behind you you see the forest swarming with.... eyes. You feel a very horrible feeling as you realise that something is watching you.....

And it maye never stop-

BRING BRING BRING -

You wake up-it's nine o'clock. You lie  back into the couch, your book is still in your hand. Phew. You hear your parents' car going up into the driveway. You sigh in relief, and quickly run out to meet them through the door.

You don't notice the eyes shining underneath the couch....

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MWHANHAHAHAHAH!!!!! REVEL IN MY BAD WRITING! As I said, I'm not especially good at writing frighteneing things.... That is my entry. Also, no, I do not usually have feelings of being watched. It's simply a very creepy feeling that i am scared of. Also, we people are not scared of the dark. We're scared of what's in it.