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8/6/19-Daily OM


In an instant, I knew I wasn't alone...

Carisi felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She felt a dark presence behind her

She knew what she had to do, but fear tickled up her throat, her hands started shaking, adrenaline pumping through her body.

She paused and inhaled deeply.

The darkness grew and grew. As she  exhaled, she duct and palmed her blade and swung around in one swift motion.

Unbenounced to her, the dark presence had moved.

Now she is face to face with this malicious dark hooded figure. Just when Carisi was about to strike another blow,

the hooded figure steps back and begins to lift it's hood. Carisi- stops, perplexed.

Staring back at her come to find out- was herself.

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