The ghostly completion of the man confused me. He looked as if he were just floating in mid air. When I got closer I realized he really was floating in mid air. He was breathing though. I reached out and touched his arm. He just grunted. When I shook him, he fell onto the ground with a loud THUNK. I couldn't help but laugh. He got up and glared at me. The words who are you? popped into my head. I squeaked and tried to run, but the man caught me by the shoulder. The same question popped into my head, this time accompanied with a threat. Who are you? If you don't tell me I will rip yoir throat out and feed you to the Hellhounds! I gasped.
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WHO ARE YOU?
YOU ARE READING
MY short stories.
Short StoryJust random stories that pop up in my head that are too short to become an actual book. DISCLAIMER! I give credit to the original owner of any pictures or songs that I use.
