The silence woke her. The city just outside her window, filled with the buzz of cars, is quiet. The people above her, music turned up to loud, is silent. She can hear nothing but her breathing. She's too scared to turn the light on, too scared to look out the window, too scared to look in her cupboard. It's in the silence that monsters come out to play. It's in the dark that they love to wreak havoc. She can hear them, she can hear the creaks and groans of the house, the whispers of another language from their mouths.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Small Short Stories
Μικρού ΜήκουςJust ideas and shit I come up with and cant be bothered to put it in a book.
