The sun dawned on the sixth morning. The air was crisp, frost covering the ground, my breath fog. The six were dead. Each killed on a different night. I was the sixth, but somehow I was not yet dead. I was dying.
As I felt my life fade into darkness I could only try to forget what had happened the nights before, what I had watched, what I had lived through.
Except I was dying.
This is the story of the six days, the six people, the six monsters and the six deaths. I was the sixth...except I hadn't died.
I was dying.
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Mystery / ThrillerThis is the story of the six days, the six people, the six monsters, and the six deaths. I was the sixth... except, I hadn't died. I was dying. ***Also this is not the final copy, revisions will be made and the story may be tweaked, the final produ...
