The Unknown
I am walking down a hallway its familiar but not really.
I stop,
and look around trying to find a sigh or anything. I can’t its blank,
everything is blank.
I look at the walls there are no more doors or windows.
I scream for help,
nobody can help me here.
I fall to my knees and start to cry as I hear something drag across the floor
towards me.
I don’t look up I just hide my face in my hands face,
hoping that the beast won't hurt me again.
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