I didn’t mean to kill her.
The air turned black all around me.
Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness.
Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me.
The eyes in the painting follow him down the corridor.
A shrill cry echoed in the mist
Icy wind slashed at his face and the rain danced its evil dance upon his head as he tried to get his bearings on the isolated beach.
Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs. The bedroom door handle turned slowly.
Death lurked in every door way with hell at one dark window. Inspired by A. Noyes 'The Highwayman'
My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him...
The gravestones stood silently, row upon row like soldiers long forgotten, a scream shattered the silence...
It was there and then it had gone, why would a rabbit be on my bathroom floor?
Bleary-eyed, I went downstairs for breakfast, the house was empty, even the furniture had gone...
The lights flickered and then went off, then the sirens started, it was coming, we knew it wouldn’t be the last time...
The date was 13th July, my 345th birthday... it would be my last...
Three of us. We were the only ones left, the only ones to make it to the island.
BRAINLIEST?
