Are you scared?

## ǍṜḘ ŸÖŪ ȘČÁŖĘĎ?

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Autumn, the watch didn’t show time; the old and broken watch hasn’t shown the time for many years now. Is a watch dead if it can still be repaired and brought back to life? The cold wind outside the window did not allow me to relax because the weather was good, although it was difficult to call it good. The rains have already been falling for days, although they are small, but the humidity and cold are increasing, inciting people and all creatures with a human soul to plunge into a slight sad mood.

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It’s autumn, the time hasn’t ticked on the clock, the old and broken clock hasn’t shown the time for many years now. Is a clock dead if it can still be repaired and brought back to life? The cold wind outside the window did not allow me to relax.
A flash, a memory, it becomes hard to breathe. Another nightmare that brings the guy out of his sleep, this time he can’t even remember what it was? Death in a dream? A fall from the roof, or maybe something - what's scary?
Are you scared?
Having woken up in a cold sweat on the bed, the guy opened his eyes wide and tried to stabilize his breathing, which was confused and heavy. Heavy inhalations and exhalations, the man held onto the blanket, clutching it with his fingers. Coming to his senses, he unhooks himself from the object that seemed to him the last hope for something at the moment of awakening. A heavy sigh is heard, most likely due to disappointment.

- Damn it.

A slightly irritated, cold and nervous voice of the boy is heard from his lips. He lies back on the bed, turning to the phone that was lying on the bed of the sofa, and looking at the time it becomes clear that it is still midnight. It’s not even close to morning, but the boy jumped up in fear and clearly didn’t want to fall asleep and wake up like that again.

Patting his tired eyes a little, our hero puts the phone back in its place and slowly rises from the bed, throwing off the blanket. Yawning deeply, he quickly gets up, stretching, and then slowly walks through his apartment through the corridor.

Old, boring and decrepit apartment. It was inherited from my grandmother, who at one time lived in it, but this hut had not been properly renovated for a very long time. So long ago that someone who comes here for the first time will involuntarily think, “Won’t everything around here fall apart if you accidentally jump?”

Walking along a dark corridor, the boy approaches the door, and then opens it, turning on the light with his hand. The bathroom is perhaps the only place where everything looks acceptable, although the spiders in the corners clearly do not allow you to relax. Approaching the sink, the victim of nightmares begins to look for pills on a small shelf nearby, apparently for sleep. Having found the long-awaited “elixirs of eternal life and limitless possibilities,” or, to be precise, a simple sleeping pill, the guy blinks slightly, and then takes out 2 tablets. With a quick movement, he throws two tablets into his mouth at once, and then swallows.

-Now , go to bed...

Having finished his monologue, he quickly leaves the bath and turns off the light. Walking back through the dark corridor gives off a slight creepy atmosphere.
He peers into the darkness and sees something. Something scary, something creepy and not normal. Long and thin limbs, like a hungry wolf - ready to pounce and devour anyone in front of him. The white highlights of the eyes flicker in the darkness.

You are afraid?

Taking a step back, I don’t want to understand what it is. I want to scream, call for help. But you can’t, because you don’t know what will happen to you. The darkness is gathering, no one will help you, no one will hear you. They will kill you, tear you into pieces. Your pathetic remains will serve as the only possible object for identifying your corpse, of which nothing really remains. Taking a step back, my legs begin to tremble.

Are you scared?

Your knees give way on their own and you begin to slowly slide down the wall, your body sinks near the wall, looking into the darkness. And from the darkness, a terrible creature, whose face is difficult to make out, and whose aspiration and desire is even more difficult, does not even move. This is a game, you are a victim, a victim who is afraid to even breathe. No matter how much you remain silent, no matter how much you tremble, he does not make a move. If you screamed, what would it do? To happen?

You don't know what you're afraid of?

It becomes more difficult to breathe, everything around becomes completely dark. A light fog fills the room, as if hiding the silhouette even more. What will they say at your grave, did you have any friends? And if you did, did you communicate well? Did you appreciate them?

What about parents, and relatives, and brothers, sisters? Did you have someone important? If you were, then why are you now alone, helpless, pressed against the wall and unable to do anything? What will happen next, how would your life be lived if you were not alone. Is this the future you wanted? Is this what you're afraid of?

Are you scared?

The silhouette approaches, tears well up in my eyes. And you can’t hear a scream from your mouth, but you can see how you want to cry and shout, “Someone! Help! Please, I don’t want to die like this!”

You are afraid of dying alone, of dying unnecessarily. To be alone in front of danger, to be alone in your life. Being pitiful is what you're afraid of?

It's in front of you, you can't breathe. You are trembling, your vision is getting dark.

Autumn. It's early morning, it's still dark outside, but it's starting to get lighter. The sofa is soft as usual, but slightly uncomfortable, and it is also difficult to stretch your legs well on it.
Friends and relatives will arrive today, it’s worth getting ready. Rising from the couch, you yawn and stretch. Your gaze instantly goes to the open door into the corridor.

It's there.It smiles.

A torn human body, crunching bones. Bitten lungs, kidneys and eyes, The organs are no longer inside me.

Drops of blood on the floor,Hopelessness in the soul.Your body is empty. You will die in me

THE END

## Yakhaf

What happens to those characters who are not active from the point of view of the work? Entire years of meaningless and unnecessary leisure, which is not even leisure. Have you noticed that in most horror games and films, the main character is the most ordinary person, without a story or zest? He's just a whiny, depressed loser who's only fit to play the victim.This is the essence of uninteresting subjects - they do not deserve their branch, they do not deserve life or anything else, because even from the point of view of fiction they are practically nothing. However, in such works, the main interest in them appears when they finally become a victim of some creature/danger. This is what it really needs for dull and boring characters - so that other characters can develop at the expense of them, so that they suffer. However, what changes the life of this creature so much? Something Abstract, different, higher? Yes, this is Yakhaf - this is a character, but this is also an event at the same time. Yakhaf doesn't have randomness, Yahav has sequence because Yakhaf is a character. Yahav has influence, he changes the entire environment quite quickly, because Yahav is an event. Essentially speaking, Yahav is a consequence of the fact that the character and the event are boring and have no dynamics. If a story lacks zest, message and dynamics, then “Narrative rot” is formed in this story, and through this rot, Yakhaf passes into the Narrative. With just his presence, he is able to completely change the Narrative, adjusting all its plots to the theme of hopelessness and horror. Think about it! If you are a boring, lazy person who has no pleasure in life, then who knows... Maybe Yakhaf will change your life so that from terrible melancholy it turns into Lovecraftian horror from which you will not get out.