Waking up in sweat,mind still plays your constant fret. You hope for no threat. Shadows climbing around you,evil lurking about you. A face in the window,one from your dream, you hope to be asleep hope things aren't what they seem.whispering in your ear,the call of fear.your nightmare is taking the breath of life.you know something is not right.you hear creaking at the door. You dont dare touch the floor. watching and listening trying not to cry. Finding that won't save you safety is such a lie. Helpless and scared like a cold little lamb. Your time to perish is now. Here i am
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My Own Work Of Horror
TerrorI recently found i love writing horror style works :-). And i dont write much but i impress myself when i do so that makes me happy :-)
