Shadows of light scattering the desolate room, thumping of footsteps cling to my ear, my heart tramples beat after beat, closer came the premonition, the figure is soundless, it has no complexion, bitter ideas sprung through my head, uttering words to detain it from me, the beastly torso apporaches my bedstead, my soul, pleading for forgiveness, quickly opening my tear-jerking eyes, nothing but black.
Reason for writing:
a school project inspired me.
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