He Will Never Be The Same
Pearly teeth grit and grind, struggling.
The grandfather clock booms and wails.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, dong!
Reddened eyes dart around, suspicious.
He snakes quickly, sliding down the wooden wall.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, dong!
He is alone in this haunted house.
His sanity will not last long here.
Creak.
He snaps his head, hearing footsteps.
Is he hearing things again?
Creak.
Crimson trickles from crescent shaped marks.
Rivers are staining his pale, pale cheeks.
Crunch.
Brown locks are tugged and torn out.
He cannot stand all this for much longer.
Crunch.
The scent of decaying bodies comes after him.
The sound of bones being shattered reverberate.
Snap.
His jaws unlock as his scream echoes inside the house.
No longer is he stable, no longer will he ever be the same.














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