She dressed to be noticed, she felt to blend in was to sign her own death certificate, and while you could say her outfit was a costume, I wouldn’t say it to her face. Her heels clicked on the tile creating an echo that cascaded down the hallway, alerting everyone that she had graced them…
I always thought I was a good writer. I’ve been told that my stories that ranged on the scarier side shook readers to their core, keeping them up for days. I always took this as a compliment, something I took pride in.
The night felt as if there was a complete absence of light. All the stars seemed to be hiding behind the clouds and there were no street lights in sight to guide my way. All I had to rely on were my eyes, which, after adjusting to the darkness, wasn’t too bad. The air was…