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Miscellaneous By: Tania

It's a thriller/mystery piece- a journey,not a distination!

Submitted:Jul 31, 2008    Reads: 113    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

When we arrived, it was a dark and spine chilling night. The air was silent, almost uninviting. Our heavy breathing was the only sound. The smell of fear lingered in the air like a two thousand year old corpse. How and why did we end up there?

A few meters away, stood a broken down, dark wooden cabin- hardly visible. The moon gave us a glimpse of this ghostly structure. The closer we got, the further away it seemed. Just a few more steps and we'd be home free! We were cold and pretty shaken up from the day's events. There were four of us and no one volunteered to open the cabin door. It seemed a waste to have come so far- I reached out my shaking hand…. "The only thing left to fear now, is fear it's self, I whispered."


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