Hey Pandas, Make Up A Horror Story On The Spot

"Page 539", you see through the corner of your eye as you flip it and start reading the next one. You can feel the end getting closer as you flip further through the novel and the side of the book becomes thinner. Your voice has turned into whispers and your throat feels dry after having read for so long. You can feel the droplets of sweat pooling above your lips as you read "...and it went dark. The end." Your trembling hands slowly shut the book close and place it on the pile to your right, only for you to hear the same dreadful whisper in your ear again, "another."