histórias de Psychologicalhorrror

The classroom always smelled the same-dust, dry markers, and something faintly sour I could never name. I sat where I always did, close enough to the middle to seem normal, far enough back to disappear if I needed to. The sunlight on the floor never reached my desk, and I liked it that way. I wasn't special.

//My most terrifying experience? Well, it's what put in me here.// When the mind is overloaded with guilt, fear, and emotion, strange thing may begin to appear.