For those who see this here's a sneak peek of my new story :)
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As she looked though the peephole anxiously, she saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. As if the knocking she heard before was nothing more than a figment of her imagination. Her mind playing cynical tricks on her. As she slowly breathes out her welling up fear, she takes a couple steps back. Suddenly she has an urge to call out. To use her hoarse voice to reach out to something that isn't even there. Against her better judgment she begins to speak. “Who-” before Charlie is even able to say the words “there” the knocking comes again sharp and loud. The noise reverberates through her home and her head like an endless typhoon that refuses to stop. Her breath hitches as her brain begins to panic and stop functioning. She looks around her home trying to get some bearings but the walls in her house begin to turn unfamiliar. She knows this is where she lives, where she spends her days drawing and writing but something. No. Everything feels wrong.
