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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Poem / Poetry
Miscellaneous / Thrillers
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