The floor boards creaked as I walked through the abandoned house that once belonged to my mothers uncles friends babysitters dog who was also a HUGE sonic fan. The walls were covered in sonic posters. One by one I passed them. Sonic seemed so happy. But then. There was one with. BLOOD EYES. I brushed it off it was probably just the wind. I kept walking until I heard a faint whisper "Gotta... Go... Fast..." I brushed it off it was probably just my good friend Satan, he loves to play jokes on me, silly Satan
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HorrorHave you ever felt a burning desire? To read a sonic fanfic/horror story? Well great job now you can, you duck.
