I scream a blood curdling scream. This knife stabbed into my wrist. It's horrific...all of it. Not just what they do but the people to. It's all horrific. I fall to the ground. The girl from the window looks at me sadness fills her eyes. I want to go to her but I can't. My body won't let me. It's holding me still. Standing in place. I look at this girl again. I see her face... innocence in her eyes. Her black hair flowing. I see a tear slip down her soft yet scared face. Please let her go, her eyes beg. Nothing happens though. Time seems to stand still. Finally my body gives into the pain. I collapse to the ground. My head hitting the floor first. If only god could help me know.
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HorrorCall Church: this dark and twisted story make you question how you look at things. Dark imagery and twisted wording hold a place in this story. Unknown to the world this place of terror is based off of the twisted dreams of many I've heard. Detailed...
