The words "Who are you?" drifted through my ears.
"Who's there?" I shouted back.
Nothing.
Could it have been my imagination, or are they back?
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More Questions Than Answers: Poetry of Horror
PoesíaPoems inspired by the "Scared to Death" podcast, ghost stories I've heard, and my own experiences. Note: Any of these snippets can be used for longer stories, as long as credit is given. Thanks.
The Whisper
The words "Who are you?" drifted through my ears.
"Who's there?" I shouted back.
Nothing.
Could it have been my imagination, or are they back?
