Just rrrrrreally wanna start off with a new account.
So I might just have Fatal-Time be my official account.
Ssssso done with this account.
Footsteps- A Short Horror Story((This is a short horror story that I made because I was bored. Hope you enjoy it))
There. There it was again. Every night for the past few months I heard them. It started small, a little footstep coming from the attic, I shrugged it off as my imagination and soon fell back asleep. At first they didn’t scare me, I had been diagnosed with paranoia a year prior to these…events. But as time progressed they got louder, and seemed to be moving forward. By then I had been sure that this wasn’t paranoia. Someone or something was in my attic and was progressing through it, getting closer each night. Weeks, passed- no months passed I couldn’t tell…I haven’t left my house since the footsteps got louder. All my clocks were broken so I had no idea how much time passed. But lately, the footsteps had been worse than ever. Last week, I heard them going down the
Icon made by |
Mah online lil sista
The girl who watches the world through an X-Ray camera
the girl who sees ghosts/hears voices
The person that has social anxiety and who criticizes everyone and only talks to his best friends.and is a fandom nerd that has the power to talk to potatoes
The derpy Italian dreaming of uniwhales and a better computer
The people at black out and love animals