I stand outside the creaky old building of the dentist office as it sways in the wind like a leaf swaying from side to side. It can't be that bad can it? I think to myself. My mom shoves me inside way to eager to get me inside. Inside the building are displays of teeth everywhere probably just fake, but it still sends a shiver down my spine. I sit in the cold metal chairs with a creak. As I look toward the front desk I see a picture in the back, a dentist standing over his dead patient. The wall behind covered in blood. An evil grin spread across his face,m a dark glint to his eyes and a large pair on blood splattered pliers in his hand. Just then a blood curdling scream pierced the air. I sprint out, away like my life depends on it, because my life does depend on it.
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School Stories
RandomA list of all the stories I've written(not in order) and yes some are better than others, but hope you enjoy them anyway. :P
