"What is that?" Romel asked, alarmed.
I squinted my eyes to see in the moonlight and street lights. To my surprise, although barely visible, I was certain I saw correctly. Afterall, which other creature had eight glistening eyes, eight long legs? Minus the towering height of approximately six feet, that is definitely an eight-legged freak.
My nightmare just took a turn for the worse, standing at six feet tall, infront of me.
"Stella!" Screamed Romel, "Where did that come from?"
Unable to speak and move, I slowly closed my eyes and held my breath. I let my active imagination take over, as that always calms me.
I thought of the three of us being physically strong, and having different abilities: Romel having the agile ability of a monkey, Nessa having the tiresome ability of time jumping into the future by a day, which can only be used once every 48 hours, and me having the ability to.....
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Prison
Short StoryRun and jump away, but there's no escaping, no hiding. It sees what it's target sees. It knows what it's target knows. Is there a way to escape? Read this exciting mind-twister to put you on the edge of reality being like a nightmare.
