That's the one!
We found them!
Sssshhhhh... They will hear us.
What do we do? We have found them!
We wait.
What?
But why?
This is ridiculous! They are asleep in front of us! Why must we wait?
Because The One says this is not the way.
Then how?
...
...
They must fear us.
Why!
WE DO NOT QUESTION THE WAY. WE OBEY.
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Fine.
Let us leave. We know our target.
May we be shown our way to the great beyond.
(All four) May we be shown the great beyond.
I wake up to my mum calling me downstairs. I reluctantly get up and get dressed for school. I check the windows, with some fear of the voices in my dream.
Did I leave my window open? I must have. I close the window, cold air rushing through it, making it difficult to close. I live in a two story house with my mum. My bed is upstairs and hers is downstairs. I get ready for school, taking half an hour, as usual. I grab my phone and leave for the bus stop. The voices in my dream lingering with me the whole walk.
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Trees Can Watch Back
RandomA horror story written by me. Living in the same home they always have, strange things begin to happen to a small character with no significance. Or that's what they think. Cover designed and drawn by me
