"The Hall"
I open the door, and race down the hall. I can hear my kids screaming in their room at the end of it, but i just can't seem to get there fast enough.
I reach the door and their wailing intensifies. They're banging on the door, screaming for help.
"We're burning in here!" They cry, as smoke pours out of the bottom of the door. I begin coughing and sobbing, unable to break down the door. I grab the knob, but it's so hot it burned my hand immediately.
I cry out , but on the other side of the door my children need me. I rip off my shirt, wrap it around my hand, and grab the knob.
I open the door, and race down the hall. I can hear my kids in their room at the end of it, but I just can't seem to get there fast enough...
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Stories Of Horror
HorrorNot my stories- off the Internet, mainly off CreepyPasta. Yes, some stories I do edit to make more my own but I do not take full credit for them. Some stories are entirely my own but I'm to lazy to state which ones so whatevs. NOTE: SENSITIVE MATERI...
