Run, Run

September 1, 2011
By LionHearted01 BRONZE, Prospect, Kentucky
LionHearted01 BRONZE, Prospect, Kentucky
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The hand slowly crawls along her shoulder blade. It slips beneath her sweatshirt then her shirt. Slowly goose bumps form down her arms. Her muscles start to tense up screaming out in pain. Her mind fogs up until all she can think about is the hand and the pain. Her mind is screaming to run but the thought gradually fades away. Hurry, hurry it whispers. She picks up a foot, dazed muscles crying out as she does. Turning red she finally breaks into a run getting to her house just in time to slam the door on her follower. Angry the wind shrieks as his hand of ice is smashed in the hinges.

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