"Get out!" Shouted the mysterious voice.
Almost immediately, I awoke in cold sweat as I wondered was it a dream or not? My heart beats multiplied making me wonder how am I still alive. This is abnormal! An eerie silence fell upon my bedroom, as I looked around, in search of leverage.
Someone must have been here, it sounded too real! But then, I wish my words could've been taken back as there stood in front of my face, a massive black mass that cover the blankets that cover my feet. Its red eyes is what scared me the most as it looked at me with much amusement and hatred.
My worst fear, my worst nightmare has awoken. That mysterious voice...was real.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
