I was cold, tired and hungry, as I shivered in my cold weighed-down jeans and sweatshirt. Naked branches whip at my flustered face as I trudged onward through the bleak, white-winter forest. The wind blew against my wet jeans, multiplying my coldness.
Suddenly, my eyes landed on a faint red line in the snow. Just like before. I knew that it's blood. And blood wasn't a good omen. What am I meant to do? They say curiosity killed the cat but my curiosity overwhelmed me and I felt a sudden urge to follow the trail of blood. As it finishes, I peered up. Looming over me was an ivy covered house.
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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...
