I just got up and heard this thumping in the attic. It was 6:30 in the morning and I had no clue what this could be. I wiped off beads of sweat on my forehead and dared to move towards the attic entrance. Just when I was about to pull the latch, a huge growl shook the entire house with tremors. I dropped the ladder and ran as fast as I could. I kept looking back. skipped a step and toppled on the staircase. I bled to death in no time, seeing a wry silhouette becoming more apparent as I faded. She was smiling in a rather ravenous manner, claiming what was hers! The alarm clock rung with a vociferous intent and I woke up. It was 6:30 in the morning. I was just about to thank destiny for it being a mere dream, when I heard a thumping in the attic. I wiped off my sweat and sprinted directly towards the staircase. That is where I saw it, my stranded body, clothes clad with blood, in a eerily desolate house. My flesh was all chewed away by scavengers and all that was left of me was bones. Today was the 1000th consecutive day when we replayed it. She was still smiling, standing right beside it, my cadaver. #StartlinglyShortStories at Project Disavowed
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 08:28:23 +0000
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