It has been a while since I have updated this story. Sorry for taking so long. I remember when I used to update on a daily basis. The only problem with that is that eventually, it gets exhausting and the writing starts to feel rushed. Yes, the Twenty Shot is still active and I plan on finishing it up. I haven't done a horror chapter yet, so this one is it. In this one shot, I'll base it off of a story I read. I don't remember what it was called or where I found it, but it gave me major goosebumps. Also, only Lola and Lana exist in this story. With that being said, let the story commence.

Lola and Lana are sitting under a fort in their shared room. It was 11:34 PM. Their parents were out on a date, but they called a babysitter. What neither of them know is that their babysitter left about an hour ago. She gave them a phone to play with and told them to go to bed at eleven. When eleven hit, neither of them felt tired, so they stayed up and played some more on the phone. The battery on the phone died and it was 11:40 when they last checked.

"So, what do we do now?" Lana asked, bored out of her mind. Lola just shrugged at her.

"I don't know, let's just find a charger and go to bed." They went downstairs to find a charger. That's when they saw that the babysitter left. "Where'd she go? She's supposed to stay here. So irresponsible." Lola said. Lana unplugs the charger found by the couch.

"Lola, I found a charger. Let's go now." The two walk upstairs to their room and plug the phone up on its charger. Immediately, it came back to life. The battery started to charge up. Lana and Lola climbed into their respective beds and turned off their lamps.

"Goodnight Lana." Lola said.

"Goodnight Lola." Lana replies. Lana immediately falls asleep. Lola, on the other hand, just lays there. The babysitter just vanished. Up and gone. No warning. No letter. She's just gone. Lola reached for the phone sitting on the desktop. It's on 15 percent. Lola presses the button to cut it on.

"Might as well leave this on in case Mom calls." Lola told herself before also falling asleep. Three hours pass when Lola wakes up. She tip toes over to Lana's bed and nudges her shoulder.

"Lana." She whispered. Lana, who is snoring, didn't wake up. "Lana." Lola whispered again. And again, nothing happens. Lola is starting to get frustrated. This frustration gives her an idea.

"LANA, WAKE UP! HOPS HAS JUMPED OUT OF THE WINDOW!" Lola yelled. Almost as if she just had a nightmare, Lana jumps up.

"HOPS! Don't worry, I'm coming." Lana yelled. Lola couldn't help but laugh at Lana. "And just what is so funny.

"You Lana. Hops is fine. I just needed to wake you up." Lola replies.

"And why exactly did you need to wake me up?"

"I have to tinkle."

"Go then."

"I don't want to go by myself."

"Well, you should. Are you seriously afraid of the dark."

"Yeah so. Please, I have to go really bad Lana."

"Alright fine. But next time, you're on your own." Lana tells her before walking her through the hallway and into the bathroom. "Okay Lana, you can wait outside." Lola said.

"Um, I don't wanna." Lana replied.

"Are you also scared of the dark."

"Yeah so. You are too."

"Fine, you can come in, but get in the shower. I don't need you peeking." Lana walks into the bathroom and climbs into the bathtub. She closes the shower circurt. Lana hears some brief splashing and Lola sighing in relief. This is followed by the rustling of tissue and a flush. They walk out of the bathroom, back to their bedroom. Lana and Lola climb back into their beds. Lola glances at the phone screen.

They received a text from an anonymous number that reads a cryptic message: DON'T LIFT YOUR COVERS!

This unsettles Lola. "Lana. Read this text." She whispered, handing the phone to Lana. Lana takes the phone and as she reads the text, they hear a vase fall in the hallway. "Lola, what was that?" Lana asked.

"How should I know? I'm laying right here."

"Lift your cover and see."

"No, I'm scared. You do it."

"How about we both do it at the same time? Okay."

"Okay. On three."

"One. Two. Three." Both counted at the same time. They simultaneously lifted their covers and stared into the hallway. There, a tall man wearing all black stood. It wasn't their father though. Cold fear ran through their bodies.

"I bet you wish you didn't lift the covers huh?" He said, pulling a long butcher's knife.

Three thirty am. Rita and Lynn Loud are just now arriving. "Dang waiters. That restaurant had some of the worst service I have ever had." Rita said.

"Even worse, Lola and Lana are probably scared shitless right now." Lynn added. He and Rita walked into the house. They immediately see the babysitter fast asleep on the couch. Rita goes upstairs to check on the girls. When she opens their room door, they are laying in their beds and appear to be fast asleep.

Suddenly, Rita hears Lynn yell. "RITA CALL THE COPS! THE BABYSITTER IS DEAD!" Rita decided to check on Lola and Lana. When she pulls the covers, she sees that both have been stabbed at least half a dozen times. She couldn't help but scream.

The police arrived to check the scene of the crime. The babysitter appears to have been strangled to death. The twins were stabbed and all three were positioned to appear as if they're asleep. Rita and Lynn have never went out since.

A rather dark and morbid ending I'll admit. The next one I write will be a little lighter. Goodbye and goodnight!