I run. Someone is chasing me. I cannot stop. The man will kill me, or do something worse. I am afraid. I trip over my own feet. I land on my back, facing the man. He's black with broad shoulders. He wears a black suit and black dress shoes. Man Smiles. His teeth are stained red from blood. The Midwest for something in my ear. Who has won the game of cat-and-mouse? I scream.
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a group of short stories
Ужасыthese are short stories that I have written. I hope you enjoy them!!! Oh, and some of them may be triggering, so please be carefull!
