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In late October there layed a home on the country side. The closest neighbor was no less than a 20 minute drive away. Life in rual America was bland and empty.
Y/N sat in their room by their lonesome, Scrolling though the web on their home computer for hours on end, Y/N found a link that stood out from the rest. The link sat like the sun in the sky, or blood in the snow. The link read "The Midnight Game". Y/N moved their cursor through the fields of articles and scams like a tribsman in the jungle.
Upon opening the link Y/N saw an image that burned into their eyes like the lasic surgery they got last year. The picture portrayed a blurry image of a man more fair than snow white, with skin smother than the porcelain seat of a toilet, his tan so dark it wasn't visible to the eye of the camera used to take the photo. Y/N felt a wave of emotions ten times greater than the most devastating tsunami in the world.
Y/N read the script below, "The Midnight Game is an old pegan ritual used to summon a deadly spirit known as The Midnight Man". "The Midnight Man" Y/N whispered to themself. They continued to read the following, "The rules are simple. Firstly the materials need are a peice of paper with your full name on it, an object to draw blood from yourself, a lighter/match, and a candle. Place your peice of paper infront of a wooden door and draw a drop of blood from your finger and place it on the paper next to your name. Begin a few minutes before Midnight. Light your candle and knock on the door 22 times, the 22nd time should line up with the stroke of midnight, after this blow out your candle open the door, close the door and light your candle as fast as you can. Good luck"!
Y/N who was sick of their bland life decided to do the ritual, "whats the worst that could happen". Said Y/N. At 11:57 Y/N started the lit their candle and took a deep breath. They started knocking, feeling their hand get heavier with each knock until 12am. Y/N hastily blew out their candle, opened and closed the door and re-light theory candle. There was no turning back now.
Soon after starting the ritual Y/N felt confident nothing would happen. Then a snap rang from the second story of their house, could it be the midnight man, wondered Y/N. They slowly walked up the stairs as if it was a competition. Then suddenly a strange cold sensation overwhelmed Y/N, they looked up the stairs to see a dark figure with a ghostly white face. The coldness emanating from this figure could not out compete with the warmth Y/N felt in their heart that instant. Y/N's candle fluttered like a tubeman at the car dealership, then completely vanished. The figure moved closer down the stairs towards Y/N. "Are you the M-Midnight Man"? Y/N said sheepishly. A deep earthy voice responded "Depends, are you Y/N"? To be continued...