His sister, with her little face cut open. Marine took a deep breath and and as quick as possible he raced to the front door, it was locked, Marine was locked in, what was he going to do now...
As his brain began to twirl in circles Marine strangely saw a big bold shadow approaching behind him. He didn't turn around but a strange cold spiritual breeze turned him, as his eyes widened he saw a white figurine as tall as a tree grabbing on to his sisters head pouring with rouge red blood.
Marine looked to the ground, he knew there was no way out, but there on the floor was a small brick phone, Marine drowned himself down to the floor, he quickly swooped the phone into his hand and checked for signal.
1 tab of signal, Marine still had a chance, as he typed in his mother's phone number he looked back at the signal. NO SIGNAL
Depressive thoughts past by Marine's hollow brain, his heart pounding, he had no choice but to let the ghosts take his life as well. Marine, still looking down to the ground bravely said "You know what you can take me too, I don't care, go ahead I'm not scared of you!"
He looked up. Nothing, what was happening...
"Marine....Marine wake up!" Shouted a familiar voice.
Marine opened his eyes; there infront of him was his sister, alive and smiling. Was it all just a dream?
YOU ARE READING
Stalking Death
HorrorWill there ever be peace, freedom? Is being cursed the only choice? Is it all a dream? What is it...? What is that ghostly looking thing?
