I walked out of my room into the hall. The cold air hitting my skin made me freeze instantly. I turned, noticing the hall looked longer than usual, almost never ending. It was dark and red. I quickly turned to go into my room, but the door was gone, as if it was non-existent.
Only a questioning red wall. I turned to take in my surroundings., I felt as if I wasn't alone. At the end of the hall there was... a girl? I mean, the outline of the body looked like a girl, but it's too far to tell. After noticing it taking off, I ran after it, not really knowing why.
As I was running after the mysterious shadow, the hallway seemed to grow longer... darker. At the end of the hall, there was a door. I've never opened a door so quickly in my life. But as quickly as I opened it, I realized that I somehow knew this place. That I've seen this place deep in dreams that I've forgotten about until now.
This place... was it from a dream or memory? Maybe a childhood connection? Was the shadow figure simply me? I know, I know, it makes little sense. But nothing in my life has ever made sense.
The question is, will it ever make sense?
I'm pretty sure no one is going to read this but if someone ever does sorry about the grammar punctuation (I've always been bad at it💀)
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Summer Horror and Heartbroken Tales
Mystery / ThrillerWhat if our trauma and flaws could work together to kill us? Be honest how many of you would die? How many think they could survive? Would you be able to survive yourself? I know if it were me I'd be dead. But hey it only a hypothetical question, no...
