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The rain sprinkled down from the sky outside as a lone girl sat on a cold marble bench by a window. The individual drops seemed to be in an never ending race of attempting to get through the small circular window that looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a decade. The moss-covered stone walls around her added to the eerie chill of the room. The girl appeared to be wearing clothes worn from a long journey on foot. What was most surprising was the shackles around her ankles. It was almost like she was a prisioner. Yet she was not in bad shape. One could not find a single fault on her body. Even her hair was still shiny as if she washed it every day. Maybe she hadn't been there long, but she wasn't struggling. It was almost if she was used to it. The room slowly dimmed as what little light she had began to fade. The darkness around the girl came closer and the girl shifted ever so slightly. Her slight movement gave away her fear of the shadows that were inviting her into their foul ranks.
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The Shadows Aren't What They Seem
HorrorComing soon to readers of horror-Shadows Aren't What They Seem Under lock and key with Shadows in the room and more monsters outside her little home.
