The next morning I woke to the sun shining in my face through the skylight. I stared into it till my eyes began hurting and I had to close them again. It had to be mid-afternoon for the sun to be able to reach me on my safe and comfortable sofa. Not ready to face the day, I kept my eyes closed till I drifted off to sleep again.
I sat upright and was immediately seized by this uncontrollable feeling of dread and panic. My hands went to my covers to free my legs that had become a tangled mess. I brought a trembling hand to my face to take a closer look, to what felt like moisture on the pastel blanket. The moment I laid eyes on the dripping red substance on my fingers, I just knew something terrible had happened and that it was my fault. I could feel it in my very bones, I had done something terrible. A quick scan of the room told me enough. Blood was dripping from the walls, the ceiling and pooling on the floor. Someone was murdered in the most horrible way. And I was to blame.
At that moment I saw something out of the corner of my eye at the farthest corner of the room. It was a dark ominous presence that moved almost spiderlike along the wall whilst grinning at me with a twisted mouth, placed underneath a set of beady black eyes. I couldn't make out the rest of its body, it looked like it was clothed in black tattered clothing. And It was moving towards me rapidly. That's when I heard the bloodcurdling screams as I sat flailing on the sofa.
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Blue is my color
ChickLitSometimes life gets you down but it is important to remember you can get up. But what if you don't? What if your days become dark. What if you aren't able to turn things around? What if you aren't just feeling a bit blue but are actually struggling...
