You feel him breathing down your back throughout life's true whereabouts.
Your back starts to tingle as a sharp boney hand slow goes down your spine sending chills of death silencing your entire world...
His whereabouts are always unknown, but he is always there, watching, creeping, grimly...
He is around the corner waiting for you, he takes many shapes for different people.
For you, your most trusted, your most beloved is swept away with the snip of a line, the snip of... her line.
YOU ARE READING
Grim Posion
HorrorStories that feel alive... or make you dead. P.S. for anyone that doesn't know the pretty flower Nightshade... stabs harder than any knife