I'm sorry for not updating in a while. I've had Cross Country, school play, Track, and many other things keeping me from updating any of my books. Thanks and continue reading.
~MioneHoran~
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It was low, dull, quick sound - that such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton.
A soft thud that never stopped. A sound that would continue as long as time or at least that's what I thought. Now I no longer hear the sound of my own heart, it's gone and withered away.
I sit in a chair alone in an attic for most of the time. But when night falls I search for that sound but not my own heart, any others would do. The soul of any man, woman, or child would do for my purpose for I am not alive - I am not dead - I only exist.
I stay in an attic for most of my time but I come out every night to feast on the souls of the living. My name is not known by many - only a select few.
My name is...
YOU ARE READING
Short Scary Stories.
Teen FictionShort 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
