The staircase creaked as I went down the steps. Not a person was in sight, but footsteps echoed throughout the halls. All the doors were locked, but a chilly breeze was blowing throughout the house. As I went into the kitchen, I noticed that the stove was turned on. Quickly grabbing a flashlight, I turned off the stove. Searching the halls for a possible intruder, I tried to convince myself that it was just a small rodent. With every step it got colder and colder. Sensing something behind me, I turned around and screamed. My flashlight was now on the floor.
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Writer's Block
लघु कहानीA collection of short stories written as beginnings and ends to unwritten stories.
