Published Apr 23, 2021
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The Most Scared Story 😨

Published Apr 23, 2021
2 mins read
413 words

As I'm sitting here writing this my thoughts have over taken my inner being. Everytime I close my eyes I feel my hands sweaty grasping my pen that's currently leaving end dents on my fingers giving me writers cramp. But the pain in my hand that I'm enduring as my eyes are quenched shut is far less then what my emotions are experiencing at this very moment thinking back on all of the times of my haunted memories that catch up with me day by day. My heart breaks into pieces as I recount the dark shadows that form my mind. I imagine myself standing on an island all alone with daylight and beautiful flowers and the ocean as it roars so wonderfully, however all I see as I open my eyes in my imagination and slowly look around is deep fog that has clouded my sight. I happen to look down hoping there's better days ahead, but all I feel is wet damp dirt below my feet that covers my surroundings on the ground. I can also hear the ocean roaring, but it in fact to my surprise is not a pleasant relaxing sound. But instead it's more of a war cry screaching in my ears from far away beyond my distance of reach or touch leaving me alone still in this dark clouded fogginess that seems to have no escape, no turn around and no place to even rest. Not even from myself that's tormented far beyond what I can imagine. Then all of a sudden in my very ears I start to hear knocks upon what it sounded as on a door. Knock knock, knock knock knock, knock knock. Physcially I open my eyes again, but in reality I snap out of my sick twisted imagination with sweat dripping deeply over my face, my hands shaking in panic in so much that I've even dropped my pen and my heart pounding faster than it's ever beat before. My breathing is also rapid as I begin to hyperventilate. My eyes start to go dark as blackness over takes them as I fall off the chair onto the floor. As I lay here in agony I still hear faintly two knocks and then three, but all of a sudden in my ears is the door being kicked in with a loud thud. The next thing I remember is a woman's voice "Are you

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mayurdeshkar 4/26/21, 3:20 PM
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aryan.savant 5/31/21, 7:51 PM
Woah! That is some serious thing happening inside your brain. Well written dude πŸ‘Œ
manisha_rajbhar 8/9/21, 6:00 AM
What happened next!
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