Running. Sounds of feet.
"Crunch, Crunch,"
The sound of feet on dry, dead leaves.
Helicopters. Dogs. More feet.
Voices. More sounds of feet.
Sirens, Twigs snapping.
Voices getting louder, Footsteps getting closer.
Dead end.
All the noises stop.
Time stands still.
"We have you cornered, there's no where to run now."
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Parasite
Mystery / ThrillerThis is my first story! this will be sorta horror... idk... plz no hate To becky, I know you've been through some hard times recentley, so please, just stay strong. And tysm for making this epic cover for me. Your amazing. Keep being you, Keep wri...
