A walk in the dark Suivre l’auteur


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rue-g Abeze Thibou

A shiver runs down your spine. It’s long, bony fingers stroking your back. Whispering grievances of the long dead. You want to run, to hide. You can’t, because the fingers have caught you now. Moaning and hissing, whispering and wailing. Your heart speeds up as your feet try to, you work up the courage to turn behind you. And… You realize it is merely a tree branch reaching out to grab you, and the wind is what’s aggrieved.

  Oct 02, 2022, 14:09.
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