It's cold and damp.
the sky is black and the tops of trees look like black needles stacked on top of each other reaching desperately for the same point.
The cold mud is slowly Harding on my skin.
Rain.
As I slowly get up off the floor my bare feet rub up against the mixture of mud and blood thats covering my body.
I walk.
I see the trees sway slowly the cold rain and wind hits me. The earth benth me is soft.
I walk tell my feet fell the pavement of road.
It's late no one is up.
No one will see me as I walk in the street.
I'm almost home.
no one will see me.
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Numinous
ParanormalNuminous: describing an experience that makes you fear full yet fascinated awed yet attracted-the powerful person felling of begin overwhelmed and inspired. When Halie's mother dies she is forced to move into a small town to live with her over prote...
