The
Old House
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself outside.
I do
not remember leaving the house, though.
Apparently,
I was out for a walk or something.
It’s
getting late and I really need to get home.
I feel
anxious as the cold air surrounds me.
However,
I soon notice I am being followed.
There
is a creepy-looking dude following me.
I
panic as there’s no one around to help me.
I
accidentally reach the old place I once lived.
The
creepy dude keeps getting closer and closer.
My
heart is racing, and I feel like a rat in a cage.
Thankfully,
my phone’s alarm pulls me to safety.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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