Her bony fingers curled around my neck, her pointed fingertips digging into my flesh. I can't move. I can't scream. I can't even blink. I just watched her, as she crawled closer to my face and my stomach wrenched at the horrid scent of a rotten corpse.
At this moment, my lungs are giving out. I can't bring myself to inhale, because everytime I did so, the smell would invade my nostrils and make me gag. Her hand that was tightly wrapped around my throat is not helping at all. Her mouth is on the side of my face, and as I heaved for the last time, she whispered,
"I miss you."
Then I woke up. Someone's yelling my name and shaking my body. I can't speak, I was frozen in shock and horror. Every inch of my body was paralysed as I tried to recover from the hell of a nightmare I just had.
Then I realized something.
I live alone, and as I finally let myself breathe, the familiar scent of a dead body filled my lungs.
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Gloomy Night Rain
HorrorOne shot creepy stories. Vote and comment and let me know what you think about my writing. Criticism will be accepted as long as it's reasonable. I'll edit a few parts and sorry for the amount of swearing. Anyway, read on and hope you'll enjoy :)
