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Chapter 1: Shiver - Part 3 It's not as if it had spread across the entire floor. The place in which she stood was devoid of all blood except the rather strong red footprints she had dragged a few paces across the ground. But slowly she formed her own puddle as the droplets ran down her legs from her soaked gown, and she watched as the miniature stream etched down the lines in the tiles.Chapter 1: Shiver - Part 3 by ~Narokath
As if to distract herself from the comforting view below, she panned her head upwards to absorb the light in the room. Her dilated pupils shrank as the globe's luminescence touched her face, and it was if she had seen light for the first time. She attempted to twist her head around t
Chapter 1: Shiver - Part 2 'Hello?' mumbled the girl. The shadow recoiled but returned to its former position.Chapter 1: Shiver - Part 2 by ~Narokath
'Who are you?'
Nothing. There was an emptiness that opened up inside of her, she felt truely alone. But it was standing over her, she could see it's shape silhouetted on the ground and she trusted herself that it existed. Inches must have seperated her from this mysterious figure and yet she still hesistated to react, an irrational fear. If it was going to hurt her, why now? Haunting was the appropriate word, she was being haunted.
'Why does my neck itch so terribly?' she emphasised to herself, as a cool breeze blew past and tickled the loose strands of
Chapter 1: Shiver - Part 1 Quivering sent wakes of ripples through the liquid. In a huddled position, cold and petrified, she sat. 'Who's there?' She wondered.Chapter 1: Shiver - Part 1 by ~Narokath
Her neck itched and her back tensed, but she did not bother to move. She could feel a warmness in her feet and bottom, but that did not distract from the bitter cold caressing her back. Her crying tears traversed down to her chin where they waited patiently to gather and leap into the liquid below. Watching them splash gave her peace of mind in her current solitude, that each drop seemed to wash her worries away. She was sitting in a puddle, 'How long have I been crying?'
Deep staggering breaths
Sta.sh
