Running, crying, gasping for air. Painful feet with blistered heels.
The girl ran.
She ran from the darkness.
It swallowed everything in it's path to get to her.
The girl stumbled, trying her best to flee it's clutches.
It felt like hours as she heavily climbed those steps, holding on to the wall until her fingers got tingles.
Her nails scrapped against the wood of her door as she grasped the knob.
At last she made it safe, before the void got her too.
With a deep sigh she slammed her door shut, pressing her back to the cool wood and sliding down.
Another night safe, from the other side of the unknown.
Leaving the demons from her brightly lit room.
Even at 26 she fears it. Similar to everyone else.
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Short Stories (not related to each other)
Horrora bunch of short horror stories i write from third person. That come from my mind. All these stories are horror based and twisting so you'll think one thing but it'll be another. Read these stories and enjoy the dark side of my thoughts. Have fun...
