When I was a kid, I imagined there was a witch in the field outside my window who could only come closer if I looked at her, whether I realized I was looking at her or not. She was fair of skin with a pointy black hat, with her lovely long black dress on. She had an unearthly beauty to her as the moon cast her shine on the witch.
Over the years I've long gotten over that fear of seeing her coming ever closer when I looked her way, but I still sleep with my back to the window. That is until I rolled over on the night of the full moon and she's right at the window with her pale moonlit skin as she smiles wickedly with her red lips and piercing blue eyes.
I freeze and feel myself falling.
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Horror / Scary Stories
HorrorEach may vary in size or scare factor. Everyone's threshold for being scared is different. Some may be very scary or just slightly goosebumps ridden. I am trying my hand at horror/scary stories. I hope all enjoy and are spooked. Yes I will be wri...
