Mirrored Truth

Mirrored Truth

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé lun., août 6, 201813m
Short Gothic story with gore. "I heard it again tonight. I scribble into the journal that I keep under my pillow, the pages of which were filling up quickly as I recount the happenings that now took place each night. It was the same haunting tap that resonates in my room, ricocheting off of every surface as if trying to hold onto its presence in my room a little longer. The noise was something that, if not for the hollow echo which lingered on for hours afterwards, still faintly ringing in my ears, haunting me as I go about my day, would seem as commonplace as the sound of footsteps in a school during class. Not unexpected, normal even. But this sound was unlike any other that I had heard before in my lifetime. It sounded like the dead knocking on their coffins asking to be released. And the sound never ended, it was always there, no matter how faint, always echoing off in a far place that only my ears could reach. Slowly driving me mad as the days continued."
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Detention

We held our breath as we heard footsteps enter the dark room. My heart raced and I covered my mouth to keep from screaming as tears ran down my cheeks. Caleb sat next to me, with obvious fear in his eyes. I knew that the desk couldn't hide us for much longer and that's what scared me the most. The footsteps came closer and they grew louder by the second. I held my breath once I heard the man's footsteps stop. Caleb and I exchanged looks as we sat frozen under the desk. I looked up, trying to listen to the man's actions. Then a gloved hand grabbed the edge of the desk and the man's bloody mask appeared in front of me. He stared at us and chuckled, "Found you." · · · Seven classmates find themselves in detention from breaking the rules at their school. This, of course, isn't their first time in detention but something seemed different. The teacher leaves to do something leaving the kids completely unsupervised which was kind of weird. He usually left some goody two shoes to watch them but this time there was no one except them. Creepy things begin to happen and they find themselves locked in the school. What was this? Time is ticking as they try to find their way out before they end up lying in a puddle of their own blood.

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