His voice sounded ever so cold, like the brittle snow pressing on your neck in the first winter. It felt like how the slitted eye of a cat has the power to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Pure Evil, this was the impression I got from this hooded figure. Where its face should of been there was just a black hole of darkness, I tried to turn and run but every step i took back this figure took two foward and closer and closer it came until he was two steps away from me, I heard a scream and then i realised it was coming from my own mouth. I kept screaming hoping that someone would hear me but all I got in response was a dark, hollow, soulless laugh as they step foward and tightly place their cold lifeless hands around my neck......
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Sinister
RandomWillow Smith should be like any 16 year old girl, partying, boys, school but she's not her family has been cursed and lately Willows has been seeing things, she thinks she is going mad but is there something else going on? something a lot more sin...
