horror story (TW- Murder and Fear)
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Ash was a small girl, About 4’ 6", her hair was a beautiful blonde, her eyes the color of a stone. Ash was walking around outside of her house, riding her bike, the air was brisk and cold, goosebumps rose on her arms, there was nothing to cry about, but she wept anyway, the world close in on her lungs and she collapsed, that was the only feeling. When she awoke, a man was walking down the road with her. her wrists and legs had been tied. “Please… don’t hurt me.” she cried as loudly as she could but the man kept walking. he didn’t say a word. He just smiled softly and continued. As he walked, he hummed, Dream A Little Dream of Me. Ash couldn’t tell who the man was, his face was covered by a hoodie worn backwards and ducktaped at the back, and yet, the man walked into nothing. He stopped robotically and turned. She continued to cry but no one heard, he stopped robotically at a house. The house was rickety, the boards on the outside had turned black and started to rot away, it had 3 windows throughout the 4 story house, the front door was wide open, almost inviting you to your death, but beyond the front door, a pitch black void. The man brought Ash inside the house, and sat down, he was still humming, as if on repeat. Ash was driven insane, the man hadn’t hurt her in any sort of way but… it scared her. The way he was so nonchalant, the way that he didn’t speak often. Her mother must be worried sick but yet… not a single siren. Not a single call of her name. He spoke once, “Any last words?”. She was wondering how he would kill her with no weapons in an empty house. She was driven mad, the suspense literally killed her, she couldn’t take the surprise anymore. Could he just stop prolonging it? She wanted her death to be quick but he wouldn’t give her that. And with that, her heart went faster and faster as he edged closer. Her body overloaded, she couldn’t breath, she was hyperventilating, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her suffering ended. The man removed his hoodie, it was death himself. She was scared not to death, but by death.
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this one was actually inspired by a dream lmao
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DAMNNNNNN
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@Marshmallow the thoughts in my head are concerning lmao
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@finn-kinda-hot
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@laraiia technically, he didn’t kill her, she got so scared her heartbeat went out of pocket and she couldn’t breath so it was her fault
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@finn-kinda-hot i had a dream that a baby predicted my death and so that cursed a boy who almost beheaded me by a fucking FAN
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@laraiia oh oh wow
