In the night of horror, where the sky pours darkness, and the thunder rumbled with a slow rage, the enormous construction of the MacGrath Mansion stood unobtrusively within the gloomy grounds of the obscure woods.
With her heaving breathe, she raced to the door as fast as her heart. Leaving what was dear to her behind to burn, she swung it open. Cold air struck her skin, as the burning rage inside finally explode.
The last of her memory was the feeling of blood and rain-covered gravel against her cheek, the sound of footsteps hurrying away, and the failure of her kind heart.
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Evil's Beauty
HorrorWhen a group of friends escaped from college life and traveled to the rural of England, they expected a time of relaxation and occasional focus of school assignments. However, when they were lost within the forests of an unknown mountain and their u...
