(Story Starter)
The girl stood at the end of the apartments hallway. She was dressed in a stained white dress, that hung right below her knees, she was barefoot as well. Her hair was dirty blood, and tangled, she looked as if she was transparent, because I could see right through her. The girl muttered something in small words, but then she looked up at me, instead of eyes. . . they were empty, cold sockets. The girl cocked her head as she said in a cracked voice.
" We've been waiting for you Sam " I closed my eyes shut, then opened them. . . . .she was gone, but her voice still echoed in my head. Was this a dream? or was it real?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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