A short horror essay (at least 250 words)
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Scary Story
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was
Short horror story:
The time was 12. I was going back to home from my office. Today there was a party for my first admission in the office. So I was late to go home.
My name is Gorge. I was born in India. But I passed the online interview of this office. This party was for me in the office as I was new in the office. So I came to London for the first time and will stay here from now.
It was quite dark and silent. No one was there in the streets. I suddenly felt that someone was taking at a very low voice on my ears. Someone calling me
"Gorge Gorge. Come with me. Come with me.
I was now scared. But so also I didn't stopped working.
I suddenly felt footsteps at back of me. But I though also didn't stopped working. I looked forward and walked. I again heated that low voice.
"Gorge. Gorge. Come with me. Look back. Look back."
I was very scared. I didn't dare to see back. I looked forward and walked, now a bit fast.
The footsteps also became fast. I heared.
"Look back. You will be out of fear. Look back."
I didn't looked back. But I was also thinking "Let's look back once"
I ran now. The footsteps also became fast. Suddenly the footstepsychological sound became lowered.
I saw my house. I ran inside and fell in the bed.
The next day, I went back to India. I lost my job.
Now also, I am scared of that incident. When I am alone, I always think of the words-
"Gorge. Gorge. Come here. Come here."
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