I ran away as fast as possible and came across the sixth street from home. It had a little more of a strange atmosphere than the others. It was called "Melt."
I was absolutely terrified. What if I die? My mom? Dad? What would they do without me? I knew that if they came looking for me they would die too. But I kept walking anyway.
Then my feet stopped. That feeling came with the wind again. But this time, I turned around to a girl about my age.
"Are you okay? Are you lost?" She stood there. Silence.
Then out of nowhere she started to scream. Her skin melted off an left her organs to spill out of her skeleton, which then collapsed.
This is the kind of image I will never forget.
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Friday the thirteenth
HorrorIt's funny how things can change so quickly. How people have fears. How a random dream can become a on telling story. What we don't know in life scares us the most. Based on a real DREAM, Friday the Thirteenth is a horror story about a girl named Ma...