Voice one: I want to hear what makes you skin crawl, what gives you goosebumps
Voice two: are you sure you want to hear that? I'd hate to scare you (sarcasm)
Voice one: come on tell me
Voice two: I'll tell you if you really want to know
The sound of them screaming for help, their cries of agony. As I walk past thousands of cells, I see the blood stains. I imagine them in their cells being tortured, beaten and killed. As I walk each level of the prison, I see their spirits wandering the halls. They're to angry to pass over. They know I can see them. They scream for help. I want to help but they are filled with to much evil and anger built up in them. They need to release some of their anger, if they want me to help. These spirits are evil. They make my skin crawl. They give me goosebumps. Now all I hear is their screams for help.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThis is a collection of short stories that I wrote. Some are spooky, mystery, and some are fantasy.
