
Annabelle Drevenstedt
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I wish to write well, I wish to convey worlds in words, but wishing isent ink on paper or strokes of a keabord, so I will endeavor to stop wishing, and simply do.
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Dolls
I had thought it couldn't get any worse than it had, the sounds were bad enough but to know at all times were they were was somehow even more unsettling. It was like some kind of sick game, glancing at the monitors and tracking there moments but knowing that if they found me I could do nothing to stop it from tearing me to shreds. It had wandered into one of the manny winding halls getting just a little further away from me. I suppose this would be comforting if I felt like there was a way to escape but I knew there wasn’t, no matter how much I looked not a door could be seen, no window I could get to before it found me. So I stay put praying it doesn't come this way but I know it will, it will run out of halls eventually and ill be waiting fore it.
By Annabelle Drevenstedt5 years ago in Horror
