As my arm rests on a wet and slimy wall as I try to tumble out of this god forsaken place, I can hear people screaming all around me. Old rotten bones breaking underneath my feet and the smell of death and rotting flesh filled my nose with every breath. I have to get out of here.
'They are coming.'
Right as my hand tryed to make a new home in the wall I started to walk.
' come on, u need to be faster'
The familiar voice seemed to lift my feet and my hope.
'They don't understand it's not ur time yet, you're not ready yet.'
Now I'm at a full sprint going to a far wall where I see it gets darker. I don't know why I'm tempted to go to the dark and not the light. But I've just got this feeling. I have to go to it.
"Al-most-there"
Right as I get to the wall I start clawing into the wall. I stop dead in my tracks when the screams get louder and then a cold shudder whent down my back.
"The walls are made of... people"
I couldn't believe it.
'Don't mind them hun, its you or them.'
I started to claw fiercely as the walls bleed and skin stuck under my nails. Then I started to taste a irony taste in my mouth. I really need to stop biting my lip... After but 15 min of tearing through live flesh and screams, light burns my eyes unexpectedly. I get the hole big anuf to put my hand through. Right then a bloody hand wraps around my neck and yanks me back to trough my right back into my pit of horror.
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My eyes flash open to the nice welcoming darkness. I'm burning up so I throw the blankets off with one quick movement. The cold air hits me like a bullet, thus give me goosebumps. Slowly I get up and walk around the room. I have no clocks or electronics in my room so I have no idea what time it is. I go down stairs and start to make a glass of warm milk with vanilla coffee creamer, it has always helped calm me. My dog, lucy, always helps too. I look over at the red digits on the oven,
2:43 am
Welp, today was, or is, my b-day. If u must now, I'm turning 13. Fun.
I slowly open the door so it doesn't make any noise. The night air is nice and warmer than inside. I sit down on the small steps going up down from the porch watching the trees wave back and forth as a car goes by and slowly drags a light across the lawn as if inspecting it for patchs.
Once my cup is done I go back inside and try my best to go to sleep and get ready for what ever will happen tomorrow.
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Keira (Discontinued For Meanwhile)
Misterio / SuspensoI try to stay away, but they call to me from the dark, scream. My head hurts, they say they will stop if I come to them, if I listen to what they say to do. It's killing me inside out. I need to make it stop. No one will help... now I'm lost and hav...
