Another 100 Word Story
June 23, 2015
I stare into the dark abyss, it speaks in different languages. It wants me to come closer but I am hesitant. It spreads its vast array of hands and tries to grab me. I am finally able to get free and run, leaving it behind me.
I wake up with a jump, looking to see if I am in that ungodly place; I am safe, I am in my room. I hear my mother call my name, telling me to come down for breakfast. I open my bedroom door, and open it; what is waiting for me is pitch black.