It called my name. Over and over. I heard a crash on the other side of the door. There was another voice now. The new voice sounded as if it was in agony. The door emitted a sharp screech as it creaked open. The bright, white light was ever so blinding, shining with such might. Voices grew louder, and more prominent in my mind. It felt like the Earth was going to crumble and implode on itself, destroying all of everything. All at once. The only things visible at this moment, were the creatures. They had called to me. Their long, black, wrinkly fingers grabbed my shoulder, and dragged me in. The demons had come for me. To take me on a long journey, to Hell.
>TheArgentPanda<
First Written February 7, 2019
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The Fanciful Tales of a Hopeless Writer
Short StoryThis is a collection of my short stories. Please pardon any spelling or grammar mistakes. All of my stories are written by me and belong to me. These stories are important to me, so please no harsh criticism.
