A family was asleep
Inside someone was creeping
Haha he thought
Nobody knew he was there
But someone had always been watching
Darkness
A darkness that stuck to the house
It loved the history of the house
Long before they had moved there their had been a man that disposed of children
After he had passed his soul lingered
He stayed locked in the house
If there weren't children then everything would be calm he had no need to do anything
Alongside him was darkness
It all began before the man's spirit was stuck
There once was a family and they had a toddler
Then that's when the spirit of the killer awakened
He saw that the wife of the man was too tired and frustrated
Maybe it was all the chores and the overwhelming part of caring so much for her toddler
Who really knows... But he played with her mind
Clearing everything and locking her in nothingness
As she was bathing her child her mind got lost
When her husband got back home
He found that his toddler was floating upside down in the tub
They lost it and argued for the last time
Darkness grew
Feasting on the remenats
Until that day she found something... Appealing...
Hmm
She watched through shadows
She loved wickedness
This one still held a heartbeat
My oh my
What a catch
Then the person slipped
Fear struck him
He felt it
Like a crawling along his spine rushing towards his chest pumping so much blood into his heart at once
She took a form
Her dark fingers and pointy nails scraped at him
He knew that there was something else there but —who
Then he felt the sting
He quickly took his arm into his other one and tried to see what it was
But there wasn't enough light
But it stung like a million bee stings at once
He ran out the door not looking back
When he got to a safe place he looked at his arm
F* no wonder it hurt
There were four deep cuts with black... blood
But bloods supposed to be red
Days passed
He started to have nightmares
Of the woman in the shadow
She was absorbing him slowly
Until one day he was no more
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There are things that stay and linger
To do the same thing on repeat
Like broken records that can't be fixed
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HORROR TALES PRT III
HorrorIn life there's what you hear but what of what you should have known... Outcomes to learn from come from -anywhere Some day you will see that to be true For now.....just... read
