It's about 12 o'clock, a midnight
A coldy one...
-25°C degress out there
Creating an Icy land
Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door
I take step downstairs
Without switching the lights
Sliding the doors slowly
Making a creepy crrk sound
No one there
Not even a shadow
Or a single point of lights
I light up my flashlight
But ran out the battery
So I take the candles
Lighting it up and...
Arrggghhh I heard a scream
So creepy and hopeless
A girl
She's not just scream
She's calling my name
I ran and ran
She chasing me
Without leaving any footprints
She is scary
She has no face
She full of blood
Then ****** a knife to me
Then I woke up
From my cold nightmares
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
It's about 12 o'clock, a midnight
A coldy one...
-25°C degress out there
Creating an Icy land
Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door
I take step downstairs
Without switching the lights
Sliding the doors slowly
Making a creepy crrk sound
No one there
Not even a shadow
Or a single point of lights
I light up my flashlight
But ran out the battery
So I take the candles
Lighting it up and...
Arrggghhh I heard a scream
So creepy and hopeless
A girl
She's not just scream
She's calling my name
I ran and ran
She chasing me
Without leaving any footprints
She is scary
She has no face
She full of blood
Then ****** a knife to me
Then I woke up
From my cold nightmares
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