I walk up to a neon red sign that says "BED AND BREAKFAST" in a fluorescent red light that flickers on and off repetitively. After I decide to walk towards the door, I knock on it and a bone chilling burst of wind rubs against my back, causing a chill on my lightly dressed back. Thinking that it is just the wind on a cold winter night - and not something else - the door opens up with a creaking noise. The door has this welcoming feeling like I never want to leave it, and I never wanted to leave after I saw the inside.
Inside, I saw an outstanding, large lounge for people. The walls are painted a soft yellow that reminds me of fluffy cloud, with couches in there. The room feels heart-warming and comfortable. My exhaustion takes over, as I see a lady in a white dress stained with red splotches, holding a knife with dripping red goop.
That was last thing I saw before I screamed.
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Thriller Short Stories
Short StoryIn one of my classes, we do "story impressions", and I decided to put them on Wattpad. They consist of creepy thrillers/ gore(gore is not too often).
