It was late in the evening. The dying sun was casting a golden haze through the trees in crashing beams of light from above. It was in one of these sunbeams that she saw it. A foot poking out of a bush. She ran over and pulled back the branches and leaves. Staring back at her was a set of placid, lifeless eyes, unblinking. It's body was crumpled. The clothes were covered in slits that ran red and black with blood. The head was swivelled 180' staring directly at the sky. It's face a picture of frozen fear. She screamed and jumped back in fear.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Goretober 2023
TerrorYou guessed it, still can't draw so we're back for Goretober year 4. I'm gonna do my best to write A short horror scene every day for every prompt. Wish me luck!
