I paused, leaping nimbly from warmth of a comforting four poster bed, carefully listening to the howling wind buffering the outside of the house Was it just the roaring wind or something entirely more sinister? Walking slowly across the thick carpet I moved ever closer in the direction of the diamond pane rattling window, finally peering cautiously into the murky darkness of a stormy night.
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Stained lake
Short StoryThe story of a young girl, a china doll, a lake, an ivy house. Indigo runs away from the old building, hoping to never blunder across it ever again but fate had already planned it out. Many years later, she is reminded of her terrifying past from so...
