The short man walked towards me and within a flash of light the room changed, the room turned black but on the wall were words. Blood red words. These words looked familiar but from I couldn’t remember where from. The short man moved slowly towards me. I asked his name but got no reply. He stood still waiting for me. I walked towards him and in his hand I saw a locket, my locket - but from where did he get it. He pointed at the picture of my mum. What was he implying? I was scared but could not move. I couldn’t do anything. The man wouldn’t talk to me, my feet failed to move and I couldn’t make out what the words said or reminded me of. I was trapped and vulnerable.
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The Door
Short StoryA strange door turns up on an empty beach as Lila was going for a walk. Before she knew it, she had walked through the door and was forced to face a nightmare far worse then should could imagine.
