Day is Friday (1)
Login:The streets are quiet today.Friday.Dark blue-gray color of the sky.The streets are empty. Trees that swayslightly.A warm wind blowing blowing in my face.Thunder roar in the beginning of a thunderstorm.
I’m home. House is dark. The corners of the shadows in motion.There are mirrors facing uncertainty. Surrounded by fear, as if surrounded. The electricity was gone. The beam was reflected in the window.
Came a cry from the other room. I could not dare to go.Tension has increased. The steps are accelerated heartbeat.
Comes that voice. The sound of approaching footsteps.I heard that. She’s coming. She’s coming. And came …!
to be continued…
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