In an abandoned house in the middle of the street, where cobwebs dangled from the ceiling above, no noise to be heard. no body to be seen. The chair in the corner started rocking like it was possessed.
The tension filled the room like clouds of smoke. I was pouring with sweat and nothing could stop it. My heart pounded like never before. The floor boards started to creek but I was stationary in the spot that I stood in. I knew someone was there, so I asked "hello? Is anyone there-", before I could finish my sentence the door swung open in the draught by the damp walls...
Something crept around trying to scare me, I felt heavy breathing on my neck. I tried to think about it as the wind but... there was no wind. Everything stood still. But... before I could act, before I knew it, it was inside me. My life flashed right before me... Will I live to tell the tale...?
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Terrible Terror...
HorrorThis short little poem or story doesn't really have a meaning. Just please respect this because I wrote this to be published in the spine chillers book for the Midlands, and it successfully got chosen to be in the book, So did a couple of my friend...
