Goosebumps on my skin. Dread in my soul.
It's here.
The foul breath of rot and blood permeates the air around it, the stench is unbearable.
I feel like gagging, but manage to control myself. I refuse to show weakness.
The dreadful screeching to which nails on the chalkboard are a wonderful melody pierces my ears.
Although I can't see it, I can FEEL its presence, floating next to me.
The air around it is different.
Heavier. Suffocating. Contaminated.
I want to dig my nails deep into my ears to stop the sound, but it won't help.
Nothing ever does.
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Halloween Returns
TerrorHalloween stories based on prompts from Halloween Vault 3D. Many different prompts a lot of differently flavored tales. Halloween Returns once again and brings with it the chills. Join me on this ride down Halloween road which will hopefully entert...
