👻You Can't Keep Running From Yourself👻

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Warning: another original story by yours truly.

The house was empty tonight, the only sounds that could be heard were the clicking of the train running outside her bedroom window as usual. Stars painted the sky like tears of loneliness as ravens wept their cry of sorrow into the endless void above. Tonight was something to remember.  Pictures and portraits painted the corridor she knew very well; the carpets of time stained by the boots she'd worn over the years, getting dirtier as her mind became more rotten.

Lucy had been an average woman, at best. She had many interests such as science and taxidermy, and although she may not seem like much, theres always a secret under the painted smile of those who seem most average. It just so happens that tonight, this secret will rise once again to haunt those who knew it best. Floorboards echoed down the hall as Lucy's gentle feet pattered over them, she knew what she had to do. She just didnt know if she had the gut to do it. Down the stairs she fled, hair flowing behind her as if reaching back into the darkness. It was too late to stop her now. As her warm hand pressed against the chilled wooden handrail Lucy felt a shudder up her spine, but continued to the front door where she picked up a black jacket, put on some lipstick, and left.

The moonlight guided her through the hushed streets, an occasional car passing by, letting out its light onto the dangerous streets. It was no place for her, but she knew what she had to do.

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