The cold, dampness was almost more frightening than the complete and utter lack of light. Scurrying around the ground in a frantic haze was the only thing to do. It was almost instinct, as a matter of fact, it was instinct. It was a gut-wrenching, panicked survival attempt. Searching. Searching. Desperately combing through the wet, gooey, guck that coated the ground. It encased the entire room as it occasionally dripped which felt disgusting when it touched skin, it gave off a wretched stink. The urge to gag and vomit had to be violently choked down and dismissed as terrified hands seeped through the coal colored slime. The only way in order to live through this would be to find a light source. It doesn't matter how small or how fading. As long as there is a slim, glimmering light then this hellish nightmare would be over.
A low and heavy hiss had slowly approached from behind making its way closer and closer. The sickening hiss faded into a predatory growl that was without hunger. Without any sense of wanting any food. An unnatural wave of presence that let itself known without effort. It was truly haunting. The air was heavy and stiff. There was no doubt of what it wanted. The only thing it craved, and probably lived for, was bloodshed.
Frozen and unable to move as the massive jaws open and dwell from above. Hovering its razor, jagged teeth, hot saliva drops onto her head.
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Unraveling The Faded
Misteri / ThrillerA gut-wrenching, animalistic scream erupted from the deepest fibers of her being as it ricocheted along the walls. It took her a moment to even register that the sound was coming from her. The tears drenched her face and she whipped around in a fre...
