From then on all that I could think about was the girl in black.
All the time I was plagued by confrontations with her that my poor head had made.
Everynight I re-visited the beach, the drunk, the blood; staining the sand.
I remembered that wound left on the drunk boy- the gaping wound in his back from the sword. I remembered the raw flesh bearing no secrets- I remembered his gurgled scream.
Would she get me in the same way? Would it be worse?
Where would she find me? When?
I couldn't bear waiting- but I couldn't bear the thought of her finding me.
But how long would it be until did?
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Please don't leave me
HorrorPreviously: Stay- Don't leave me- not with her Ashley has always been.. distant. Sara was a non-believer. Alyssa was always insane; she wanted to get rid of them. So she escaped from the asylumn. They were a disease. A scurge. She wanted a perfect w...
