Scary Short Story

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Scary Story

I sat up, my feet were bare and my clothes were damp from the cold moist air. I looked down at my watch it’s halloween day. It’s five minutes after midnight. I can’t see anything, but my glowing watch and the dark air. The movement made my body ache. I felt as if I ran a marathon. I tried to regain my memory, but I couldn’t. I found myself in an unknown place for an unknown reason. I began to get up and walk. My hands are following a wall, but there are no windows. I try to tell myself that I was probably at a friends house and fell asleep. As I noticed that I was trapped, and that my throat tightened and I couldn’t make a sound, now I began to panick. I looked for my phone, it was nowhere to be found. I was in blue jean shorts …show more content…

I sat up, and threw myself against the wall. I could hear pacing footsteps. I used my watch to shine light on all of the wall, and there was a door. The door was old, and didn’t have a knob. I pressed my ears against the door, as I took a deep breathe in and held it. As my ear was placed on the cold wooden door I began to hear breathing from the other side. I jumped back, and covered my mouth with my hands. My heart raced, and even though the air was cold I began to sweat. My tears mixed with my sweat on my face. I slid my back down the wall, and tried again to remember that day. I just could …show more content…

I grabbed pieces of the wooden door to use as a weapon. Although it wasn’t very strong, since I broke through it with a watch. I had to choose between right or left. I chose right. I walked slowly and cautiously against the wall. I kept going until I saw a door. I got excited and began to walk faster. “Yes!”, I exclaimed with joy. I took one last glance at the creepy building, still not sure what got me there. I turned around only to see that a dark forest waited for me. My journey had only just began. I didn’t know the whereabouts of whatever was taunting me through the walls. I dropped the pieces of the door for thicker sticks. I kept

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