She stood alone at your door, watching while you slept. How she got in? Nobody knows.
She slowly swayed to the bed, eyes never moving from your figure under the covers.
The blood was dripping from your toes, where she bit. The infection slowly ravaged your body, the urge to write over took your form.
This was the curse of @hufflepufflez , whom bites your toes off in your 'Dleep' if you don't update soon.
YOU ARE READING
Double Negative
Short StoryShort stories (basically kinda one shots) about paradoxes, alternative universes, HORROR STORIES and sad little things I try to pass off as creative
