Room #666
“What’s wrong, girlie?” A small voice with a high pitch asked her before trailing off in a loud laugh that reminded her of a circus clown. “You aren’t afraid are you?”
“G-Go away!” Anisa pleaded, burying her head between her knees and letting her tears hit her skin while she waited for whatever this was to just stop; stop and let her go back to sleep. The laughter sounded again, and this time a darker voice spoke.
“But we’re not here, girlie. We’re not here. We’re not here.”
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This story is 100% owned by me, Dancing Dead. It is also copyrighted. © Dancing Dead., 2010. Rated R for gore.
Written for the second annual Monster Mash, put on by ghosthorse. The picture I used for my banner is my inspiration.
“G-Go away!” Anisa pleaded, burying her head between her knees and letting her tears hit her skin while she waited for whatever this was to just stop; stop and let her go back to sleep. The laughter sounded again, and this time a darker voice spoke.
“But we’re not here, girlie. We’re not here. We’re not here.”
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This story is 100% owned by me, Dancing Dead. It is also copyrighted. © Dancing Dead., 2010. Rated R for gore.
Written for the second annual Monster Mash, put on by ghosthorse. The picture I used for my banner is my inspiration.
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