Walking along the old corridor I gaze at the tears, each so different yet alike. The paintings tossed and turned, duller than I wished they were. My friend what have you done? With each step the floors scream. I feel I am not alone.
Whispers pass as a stranger. Not a word to be had, yet a story to be told. My find memories of festivities and warmth has all but faded in the dull colour of the halls. Each door instead of bright and vibrant are long washed away in gray. My dear friend, I must ask, why? Why ask me to return?
As suddenly as I wondered I felt a need to stop. There a door, one I so painfully remember. That of the little girl. His daughter. She used to being such a grace of class, and a bubble of joy where ever she went. I shake my head trying to clear my mind. Despite my best thoughts I go to open that door.
YOU ARE READING
The doctors mistake
Horrorthis is just a scary story I created because I was board I hope you enjoy it. I will add chapter later because I easily get writers block but please read what I have so far.
