Suspense Story

We banged the heavy, wooden door. Burning smoke filled my lungs as I stood by the fireplace. My friends left to get a package. I froze in one space. How many hours would it be until my friends get that package?

The werewolf crossed the moorland, passed over a cave and swam in the ocean. The creature was banging with its huge fists at the door. The door swung open, a hairy shadow filled the hallway with a terrible screech the monster was trying to find us.


Written by Halit 3D

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