Micro Ghost Story competition
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Catherine Wang
The pale man lets her in and leads her to the kitchen. "Your parents will be here soon. Wait here." The light is dim, the room smells bad. There is only the drip, drip of a liquid beating on the floor. Her heart begins to race. The liquid is red.
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