~*Red Head*~
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If you like this, I have more at fictionpress.com
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2863380/1/Something_Scarlet
Please go and read and review it....
Please....haha.
You might also like my other story, The Sixteenth October, as well....
so check it out.
On chill October nights when a branch scrapes across you window, it;s only the wind. Or maybe it's my fingernails as I drag them across the glass. And it's an old house, so a few creaks are to be expected. Or perhaps those are the sounds I make as I slowly turn your doorknobs and slink across you floorboards. Eventually the noises stop and silence enfolds you as you start to feel secure again. But truthfully, the silence is the most dangerous sign of my presence. When you can't hear me move it means that I am lying in wait of you steady sleeping heartbeats. And as you start to drift... Was that my long black hair you felt brush your cheek? No, it was only the wind... Are those my teeth pressing into your pulse point? Don't be silly; this is an old house is all... Is that your life's blood seeping into my mouth? Nonsense, a few creaks are to be expected... And is that death clutching at you with her clammy hands? Of course not; it's simply your long awaited sleep pulling you deeper and deeper in to the darkness........
this is a little bit darker than normal...
Haha. I like how the victim gets like all crazy in denial in the end...
what do ya think?
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2863380/1/Something_Scarlet
Please go and read and review it....
Please....haha.
You might also like my other story, The Sixteenth October, as well....
so check it out.
On chill October nights when a branch scrapes across you window, it;s only the wind. Or maybe it's my fingernails as I drag them across the glass. And it's an old house, so a few creaks are to be expected. Or perhaps those are the sounds I make as I slowly turn your doorknobs and slink across you floorboards. Eventually the noises stop and silence enfolds you as you start to feel secure again. But truthfully, the silence is the most dangerous sign of my presence. When you can't hear me move it means that I am lying in wait of you steady sleeping heartbeats. And as you start to drift... Was that my long black hair you felt brush your cheek? No, it was only the wind... Are those my teeth pressing into your pulse point? Don't be silly; this is an old house is all... Is that your life's blood seeping into my mouth? Nonsense, a few creaks are to be expected... And is that death clutching at you with her clammy hands? Of course not; it's simply your long awaited sleep pulling you deeper and deeper in to the darkness........
this is a little bit darker than normal...
Haha. I like how the victim gets like all crazy in denial in the end...
what do ya think?