A Somewhat Sleepless Night

Rydel the elf sat on his makeshift bed and tossed and turned in his attempt to fall sleep. “Go to bed, Rydel.” Herein grumbled, half awake.

"You are right, Herein." whispered Rydel as he fell asleep. Unbeknowst to them a shadowy figure approached.

It was Ashleigh, wearing a dark cloak she had made by her friend Samyouel. The billowing fabric disguised her and made her look like a spirit. “Beware…” she said in a cartoonishly spooky voice.

“Oh, please,” I scoffed, “You were about as scary as Rydel the Elf. Ashleigh’s shoulders slumped, making her look more like a frightened child covered in a blanket than a spirit. “Was I really that pathetic?” She asked.

I sneered, "Yup," & walked away. On the way home, I heard moaning behind me. "Still not scary, Ashleigh," I said. The moan grew into a tortured howl & raised the hair on the nape of my neck. I turned to compliment Ashleigh, but found, instead of her, the Phantom of Dread. I died.