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The Laced Woman

Short story By: XandypandyX
Horror



There I am, in the middle of nowhere. I can still hear the ringing voice in my ears screeching "that's not cold weather, it's just death approaching".
I managed to get a glimpse at her face. She was gorgeous but her eyes were nothing but empty space. I was so frightened but some how yet attracted


Submitted:Jul 20, 2014    Reads: 28    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


There I am, in the middle of nowhere. I can still hear the ringing voice in my ears screeching "that's not cold weather, it's just death approaching".
I managed to get a glimpse at her face. She was gorgeous but her eyes were nothing but empty space. I was so frightened but some how yet attracted to her dead shark eyes.

I'm sprinting faster and faster but each shiver of cold darkness makes me want to turn back and follow her.

Suddenly my body is stiff and I can't move. After two minutes I see a dark shadow come out from the trees. She was wearing a white laced dress and a glowing overcoat.

As I make a blink I end up in a dark room tied to a chair. The woman is staring at me as if she's waiting for something to happen. When my eyes cross hers I'm suddenly in a trans. She wraps her long arms around me and seduses me into a deep hypnosis. I'm forgetting all about her eyes and am concentrating on what she's doing to me. And as she sweeps in for an open mouth kiss I suddenly realise I'm now in a firey kingdom which a lot of people call hell. I am dead thanks to The Laced Woman.





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