Ib & Garry (A Fanfiction)
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Ib was walking down a dark hall...it was eerily quiet. With each step she could hear her footsteps echoing through the hall each step resounding louder and louder in the deadly silence. Beginning to get nervous she broke into a run wanting to escape the quiet and screaming of her footsteps against the floor. She searched desperately for the door. Then at last her feet pounding against the hard floor she saw it. A yellow door at the end of the hall. She ran harder. Just as she reached the door and slammed it shut behind her---with a strength she didn't know she had---she heard it...soft thuding and scraping against the floor opposite her feet. The creature making the horrifying sounds was getting closer and closer to her, the scraping and thumping becoming almost frenzied in its need to reach her. Terrified she tried opening the door just in front of her but it was jammed shut from the force of her slamming it closed. She pushed with all her might against the door but it wouldn't open.
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