Death lurked through every doorway. Demons, angels; they would all watched me. I used to feel them staring every time I walked through the long, narrow hallway. The paintings' eyes would follow me to my room every night. Now, I am alone. Never allowed to leave my room. Forever stuck in this damp, dark and scary place.
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Stupid writers block stories
RandomThis is just a random book with all the 1 paragraph stories I create in school. If you enjoy one, just tell me and I will try my best to make it longer. Enjoy! xx
