I'm underneath the table simply close to the entryway. Quiet strides moved toward the entryway, it squeaks as it opens.
I hear no strides no more! I hear them once more.
Blood drops from above me, I abhor its scent, smells like demise.
I hear demise around the corners, however I hear my heart speak Faith. No! I mean destiny. It'll my passing day, how would I kick the bucket, how would I know I'm dead.
The strides withdraws, however someone else appears to have come in through the entryway, yet then drops on the floor without a head. Over and out.
I don't wanna make a sound, yet my psyche has significantly more commotion, trust he don't read minds, in the event that he did, I'll be dead before I bite the dust.
Every progression he took just took me closer to death's entryway, slamming and asking to bite the dust before I'm dead.
The room got dim, I could scarcely observe anything any longer.
The principal light I saw accompanied my biggest dread