I put the kettle on to make a cup of tea when I heard a snarl.
'I can see you,'
The voice taunted me, but all I could see was a shadow on the kitchen wall. I knew it wasn't my shadow talking because that never happens. I try to pour water into my cup.
'I can still see you,'
The voice taunts me again.
I suddenly see a shadow on the wall. It reaches out and pulls me into the wall.
I am now dead. You will only see my shadow, and when you do; you will join us.
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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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