Running.
Never stop running.
If I did stop, what exactly would catch me?
Why, instead of another pair of footsteps I hear the squelch of heavy footfall, thuds against the ground and not a single breath to be heard
The smell of rotting flesh comes in waves from behind me
I don't want to know how I can smell it so clearly
But I do know that if I stop running, whatever's behind me will make it hurt.
My bloods rushing, my heart beating in my ears, my breath raggard and then it stops
I stopped, no.... No plea-
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Little Nightmares
HorrorShort Horror/ Phsychological stories... could also be one sentence terrors... some might not even be anything ⚠️trigger warning⚠️