HIS... EYES WERE BLACK...
"The spirit of a tortured soul lies beneath the floor of an old school...and sometimes you can hear it repeated over and over again .... how he died while you fall to the ground". And then I saw it... his eyes were black and my brother's friends were all over me HIS EYES WERE BLACK And they pinned me to the ground HIS ... EYES WERE... BLACK and he... plunged a piece of metal deep into my chest... HIS... EYES WERE BLACK... y I couldn't remember anything else... Thanks for reading ~
Collection: short horror stories in a poetry
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