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The Countdown

Don't Turn Around

By AnniePublished 4 months ago Updated 4 months ago 1 min read
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Ten

The musty air suddenly turns freezing cold against my neck.

Nine

I shiver against the goosebumps forming along my skin.

Eight

Unseen floorboards groan beneath a weight that isn't mine.

Seven

A phantom shadow stretches across the floor.

Six

Against the wall, beside my door,

Five

My frantic heartbeat echoes loudly.

Four

The steps get closer.

Three

Nowhere to hide.

Two

Door creaks.

One

Run.

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