Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26336673-20160925050845/@comment-29644557-20161208193412

There was faint movement out of the corner of Smith's eye. He turned quickly to catch it, but saw nothing. An ominous, cold wind blew past him and his clones. A subtle and quiet sound whispered in the night as the breeze blew, sounding much like a mischievous and creepy chuckle.