Thunder and rolls in the background as screams echo through the night. The light of many red torches surround the city to create a red bath. The red bath may not only be from the torches but also from the pile upon pile of bodies that litter the street.
The pitter patter of small feet, ground against the concrete. As the small sounds get louder, you will hear that it is less frequent. More screams are heard through the night as the taste of human flesh plagued the tongue of the sick. Those who lost will forever mourn but forever may come sooner then they think as a hand wraps around their neck and a black silence rings
Random stories I make in my m...
By themidnightlock
This book thingy is just a bunch of story's I make in my weird head and no one will read this so whyyy not ya... More