Nov 17, 2012
The black robe and extended hood was the last thing he wished to come across, especially as he was now seated. He forced his legs into the ground, driving his back hastily up the well, being scratched in the process. He tried to run, but was unable. It seemed like his feet had been glued to the ground, pinning him on the spot. Charlie gazed at the hooded figure, his flashlight still fixed in its direction. Movement occurred. The stranger reached both hands up to his hood, black leather gloves covering them, revealing no flesh. -- Taken from my Latest short story. Also working on new short story!

Nov 14, 2012
Releasing short horror fiction within the next few hours, taken a few days to write. Hoping to get some feedback :)

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