Riddhima ran upwards for her life, the wooden staircase made horrible sounds, when her hand was going to reach for the knob she felt the wind cutting through her body, a smell attracted her nostrils and her legs stopped aburptly.
"Riddhima" a deep slow male voice filtered through her ears.
She don't want to turn but she did, she did knowing it will cost her life. Collapsing the cotton material in her fist she looked for the host of that voice and-
There he is!!
Not the eyes or the mouth, it's a complete him claded in a white shirt and white trousers which was having patches of blood on it, he took small steps looking directly into her pupils scaring her to the core. His face flashed a smile, a smile of horror which nobody wants to see. She sticked her frame to the door like glue, her eyes started brimming, her lags were shaking and the menacing man standing infront on her is smiling. She turned half of her face towards the door so that she hid from his shadow but she felt something, around her ankles!!
Opening one of her eyes she looked down to find a pair wounded hands grabbing her ankles from the behind, in between the door?!
She screamed taking her lungs out and again she went to the black room.
To be continued..
I know this one is the shortest chapter but the thing is i am going to appear my exams so i think from now on i will updating it of 400-500 words, depends.
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Burnt Painting
Fanfiction-That one mistake that turned Riddhima's life upside down. -That game -That revenge Everything is a puzzle Every soul is discombobulated. That thunderbolt flashes the omissions , That wind rewind the evocation. That pitter-patter downstream the faul...
