Death Angel

Death Angel

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Horror
All I can hear is my foot steps in the dark misty night. I then pull out my phone seeing a text from this stranger saying, "You don't have much time." I ignored it and deleted the text Just a little demo of the story hope u like it!
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Gaze facing the sidewalk and my small hands were tucked in my pockets. Headphones sitting on my ears shutting off the sounds the noisy world filled all of us with. Soft breathing interrupted by a buzzing phone. Eyes on a bright screen with an unknown number written on it.

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