I walked towards the air conditioner and felt the heat radiating from it. I reached forward to turn it off, but as soon as my hand touched the dial, a freezing hand fell on top of mine. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there. I soon heard a voice that seemingly belonged to the air. "I don't like the cold." This is a one shot.

JIMMMMYYYYYYY -NONE OF THESE ARE MY SCREENSHOTS

these are just horrible poems i write when i think i have an idea. some might be depressing. my emotions