I woke up in a cold sweat, as my eyes blurred until the things around me room became visible and not the fuzzy blob they were. I fixed my eyes onto the tv as the soft pitiful weeping droned on. Now I knew who made the hand marks. A small young boy stood in front of the tv. His green tattered clothes were dirty as the ground itself and his trailing hat stopped at the end of his back. He looked at me with a frightened look, then ran under my desk and hid.
YOU ARE READING
The Shadowless
FantasyI am put in a world of fear and horror in a matter if seconds as I shut my eyes and I open them again. The storm which I call the horror community is feared by all, but one of them helps me through the unnerving life right now.
