I can't move, I can't scream or yell or, or, anything... I'M THAT CREATURE WHO TRIES TO KILL YOU AT NIGHT!
Tip, tap, trip, stab, dead... or at least, that's how it feels. When your heart sinks so deep into your chest, you can feel it beat under your skin.
I'm the fear that leaves you motionless, vulnerable, dead.
Dead, dead... dead. What a lovely word, "dead". Has so many meanings, but only one you are able to comprehend, dear.
C'mon, love, move your fingers, breathe, or...
Dead.
Wake up...
YOU ARE READING
Into The Deep.
HororStories withheld by abstracts, or disembodied ideas, that will make you question the way you perceive these "creatures".
