I ran, dodging the limbs of trees, trying to grab me, an all too familiar voice reaching out to me.
"Oh Intria~" I hear behind me as I try to run faster, only to trip and fall. I quickly, roll onto my back, seeing a black figure with red eyes. I see his sharp, white grin glaring down at me.
"There you are Intria~" He laughs, sending deep chills down my spine. He inches closer. With every step, The world becomes darker and darker. He was now inches away from my face.
"I'll teach you a lesson, my dear Intria~" He grin before everything became black.
Morning, 7:13 AM, December 6th, 2016
I woke up, sitting up right and panting. I look over to my clock. '7:13.. Time to get up..' I slowly stood up, the pain in my hip, surged through my spine, making myself grunt in pain. I limped, tiredly, to the bathroom, doing my business, wash my face, and brushed my teeth.
I stumbled over to my dresser, pulling on the doors to rip the clothes that I need today, off of the hanger. I slowly put them on before sliding my sandals on and brushing my hair. I snached my black coach purse from the table when my alarm buzzed off. I twitched and ran over to turn it off, checking the time. '7:40?! Fuck!', I scream in my head, grabbing my keys and hightailing out of my apartment.
YOU ARE READING
Demons In The Dark
FantasyFor years Intria was able to control her voices but with them slowly becoming stronger and appearing more frequently in her dreams, will she be able to fend them off?
