- Footsteps -
The footsteps drew nearer, and Kelly's breaths came quicker, the dagger still tight in her grip. Soon whoever it was would round the corner and die. The ski mask she'd tugged over her ruddy curls felt sticky and scratchy, but she ignored it and focused on her breathing.
The footsteps stopped, and she heard a scream, a young and bone-chilling screech that filled her with dread. Throwing caution to the wind, she peeked around the corner. Nobody was there. Small white footprints trailed far into the tunnel, ending a few steps from the corner, where no windows or doors existed.
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Drabbles and Dabbles
Short StoryDrabbles: Use only 100 words, and tell us a story. That's the challenge, if you choose to accept it. Don't waste words, and use no more and no less than precisely one hundred words. Go! (You'll find mine in the pages that follow) Dabbles: Every so o...
