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Halloween Horror
I can hear a sound. A muffled movement. A cruel and stifled cry. Its coming from the wall facing my bed. Is it a mouse. No too loud. Is it a bird trapped in the cavity. No it is more human like because at the end I heard a heavy sigh. Should I turn on the light. I don’t seem to be able to move just now. It keeps coming, the noise, louder and the cry now becomes a moan. A shadow appears on the wall, black and crouched It raises an arm with a finger outstretched pointed at me I can feel all the hairs on my neck tingle and sharply rise As it begins to groan. A word. The shadow says a word. Impossibly it says Death. Then it moves toward my bed, slithering its transparent form Hovering over my face. I feel an ice cold breath. My nerves are shot, Panic speeds up my heart it slams against my chest. It is then I struggle to scream and then flee with covers flying Arms flailing, reaching for the door, and I am out. Never more to stay at The Travellers Rest.
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