THE DEAD WALKER

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


THE DEAD WALKER

Submitted: October 05, 2017

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THE DEAD WALKER

Sitting alone in the dark was enough to scare the man to death.  Sat waiting for the phone to ring.  Or for a friend to knock on the door.  Anything would cheer up the poor soul.  It felt like forever was a really bad joke.  It was difficult to recall why one would stay in the place.  The one pair of legs paced around the carpeted room.  To the door.  To the sofa.  Way over to the only window. 

 

It was night outside.  Or so it seemed.  No light flickered through the black branches of Autumn.  The sound of silence allowed the chill to enter.  Yet the door was firmly shut and locked.  Pale jaundiced hands could not find a key or the handle.  Cold fingers felt like rubber.  They pawed in vain at the only way out.  The roaming limbs stopped at the sofa and seated themselves. 

 

Blind eyes stared at the broken TV.  Nothing would be on anyway.  The power had been permanently cut.  You see this being was not a thing at all.  It was lost spirit.  The mindless thoughts of the dead walker.  A person that had died alone.  And left forgotten for a long time.

THE END.


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