The sun was going down, down below the horizon.
Once the sun wet down I could go and do what I had to in order to survive - if I didn't do it I would die - I had to kill.
The sun had sunk below the horizon but I didn't move from my spot on the couch.
I was facing the mirror but I didn't have a reflection to look at - I used it to see we're the sun was.
It was time to move - it was time to move or rot.
Death followed me wherever I went and I couldn't help that I stuck on this unforgiving rock.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Short Scary Stories.
Novela JuvenilShort made up scary stories. I own all of these and you need to ask to use them if you don't then I'll report you. MioneHoran
