You wake up screaming from a nightmare, drenched in sweat. Your mother rushes into your room and strokes your hair, asking you what's wrong. You tell her that it was just a dream. She blinks and when her eyes open, her irises are glowing red. "That was no dream, sweetie," she says in a demonic voice.
JE LEEST
Short Stories and Whatnot
Kort verhaalA small collection of my short stories and whatnot. Don't expect frequent updates. Contents: Best Friends...? Prompt #1 Flowers Spirit Crush I Couldn't I Couldn't (revised) Nick Claus: A Christmas Story The Origin of Color Prophecy 2 sentence horro...
