As soon as he stepped outside, the hair on Alex's bare arms and legs stood on end like he had been shocked by a bolt of lightning. He rushes towards the shed; the cold mud flicking from his heels is splashing up the back of his legs. It felt rather strange. It’s a good job he is in his boxer pants. Otherwise, his jeans would be covered in mud right now, and it would have been difficult to explain that one to his mum. A simple wipe down when he gets back will do. But he also wishes he had at least put his jumper on. His short-sleeved t-shirt was useless at keeping out the cold. He walks up to the shed, his breath rising into the cool night air like steam from a boiling kettle, he’s not sure what to do next. With his ear to the door, Alex is listening for any sounds. It’s quiet inside. He can’t hear a thing. Grabbing the cold latch, he has to jiggle and lift it at the same time to get it to open.

A wisp of light from the high moon drifts over his head and into the shed. He peers through the partially open door. It’s too dark inside to see anything clearly apart from the floor near the door. Alex slowly opens the door wide. The hair on the back of his neck stands to attention, matching the hair on his arms and legs, but not because of the cold, it’s because of the strange feeling that shoots through his entire body? Something he has never experienced before, and it is making him feel on edge. The shed has a weird smell, not horrible, just… weird? It’s probably the old box of fertiliser for the roses in the front garden, it’s been in here for years, but his mum won’t let him throw it away.

It is eerie inside the shed. Deep, dark shadows engulf everything, not just dark shadows, but pitch black like the blackest of black, blacker than black even, if that were at all possible? “Hello.” Said Alex, hoping that he didn’t get a reply. He doesn’t really know why he just said hello? It was the only thing he could think of. A little hesitantly, he takes a step. The shed is messy inside, with dirty garden tools hanging from the walls. There’s a big old lawnmower at the back somewhere hidden in the darkness. There are boxes of old toys and a few old books back there to. Alex doesn’t want to go to the back where the shadows are, and he doesn’t have a torch. Well, that’s not exactly true, he does have a torch just, it’s in the shed somewhere, but he doesn’t know where? And he would need a torch to find his torch, and that doesn’t make any sense. He grips the door frame and with a deep breath. He steps inside, his eyes wide and glaring.

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