Bodies lay all around me in the streets of the night. The stench is putid and vomitous. I pull my sweater up to my nose as the smell makes me feel sick. I continue to walk the streets horrified by the crunching of bones and the slippery squelch of oozing red blood all around me. One suddenly stands; its heads and hands detach as soon as it stands. It tries to grab my neck, and I run as fast as I can, crunching bones and slipping on blood as I escape.
You should run too.
Be prepared; The night walks!
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Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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By Carol Townend12 months ago in Fiction
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Ohh this actually kind of terrified me ❤️
Sounds like my hometown after the playoffs... Seriously, I like these mini-operas and want to know more!