i am tim
tim wait! you forgot you hat on the bus! oh thanks meagan say can i ...can i walk you home?
sure id like that! okay great! that was my last conversation with her. well the last normal one anyways
i keep replaying those grousome images through my head over and over. little did i know that walking her home would change my life forever, as we walked in the front door we hear a large crash i opened the door and peered inside, i froze in my tracks horrified at what i was seeing. a monster was all i could describe it as, a tall thick shadow with white skin and red talions, thick red blood poured from its mouth as it bit through meagans mother shocked and terrified i fell backwards on the pourch the shadowy monster turned and started at me through the crack of the door, the hairs on my neck rose with glaze of its black haunted eyes. ifyou enjoyed this part of the story please comment below for more!!
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