The darkness steeped into the windows of the car as she drove back home. The flashes of light in the night sky was like the headlights of the car;the road glistened underneath the headlight;the mist huddled every inch of the..."nowhere". Eeeriness confronted her welcoming her to hours of mystery and tears. The house gave her the same pensive look that was unwelcoming. There were no lights on;the main door was charged with the eerie smiles of the 'invisible'. The door opened with a screeching sound,she switched on the main light and sat down on the couch. She sighed with relief. Flashes of the beautiful evening she spent with Justin flushed her mind and that moment will never escape her memory.
Carla's eyes squinted tirely shutting her mind. So she limped to her room. It was just as she left it;pairs of shoes sporadically on the floor and the rich perfume bottles were all over the dressing table. She jumped onto bed,stretching her arms like a wiry cat in a tufty basket. She closed her eyes escaping into the darkness of the night.
The little blonde girl fell asleep after shedding tears for hours and hours. She huddled within the quilt,hiding from the night's darkness that scares her everyday...
She screamed like an animal with its vocal chords out. The sharp knife swirled closer and closer to her. She enforced herself to run but she couldn't;she was almost trapped into the arms of a wild beast. Suddenly she froze,eyes widened. She felt the thickness and the volume of blood that dripped from her body. Her clothes glued on her chest when the blood drowned them across her epidermis of the skin fiercely.
The little girl was aroused alarmingly. She was startled and frozen for a moment or so.
Carla was aroused alarmingly. She was startled and aroused for a moment or so. Her blood travelled at a speed of light;her heart beated like a drum been played in a rock band. Carla's lungs blew to the edge of the universe to catch breath. She looked around her room,everything was still. She sensed the heaviness of the dark,sentimentality and its eager to scare hrr.
A tsunami of tears flooded out of the little girl's pearly eyes with a pervading sense of sorely fear but she didnt open her eyes because she didnt want to see the terrorists of the night anymore. "Mommy,come back,please",was the only repetition her tongue dictated.
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THE LOST MEMORY
Mistério / SuspenseMemories can be a murder..... Carla Venn, a 20 year old private detective receives a terrible phone call. When the nights grew, her fears confronted her mercilessly. She sees a constant dream of a white blonde girl. Is it her? She meets a psychatri...
