Monday, 6 June 2016

100 WC


Sauntering lazily into my bedroom laying down delicately on the springy mattress.
Nonchalantly drifting to sleep, suddenly I hear a loud thud coming from the front door. I'm home alone not knowing what to do, soon little shards of glass crack from the windows near the entrance, hitting the ground.  Shivering uncontrollably as I see the battered door open calmly.  I back away at the sight of a shadowy figure, I could picture his brown fur, soggy, wet with mud. His teeth, yellow with decay, his eyes, red and devilish.  I could see his shadow coming towards me... I run.

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