The thing By Aiden Reischel
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Última publicación mié, feb 15, 2023
Faster faster I was telling myself. I had a bullet in one leg and another in my arm. Blood was dripping from my head and I was coughing up blood. Don't stop, don't stop I was telling myself. I have to go faster and keep moving. Then I fell. I just fell down. Get up, get up. If I don't get up then that thing will get me. That thing. It had to be at least 15 feet tall. Get up and keep moving, I was telling myself. So I got back up and kept moving. It was 6:45 right now and the sun was starting to set. I have to find somewhere to sleep for the night or that thing will get me. I started up a hill, then... then I saw it. That thing. It was just staring at me. I didn't dare breathe. Not even blink. That thing just stared at me. Then I made my move. I turned around and started running the other way. Then I heard that thing make a strange noise. It was like a human screaming. Then I heard footsteps. Big ones.
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