Cold Sweat

The blood looked fresh inside the door way. I went in to check it out. The door slammed behind me. I couldn’t see.

Feeling along the wall, a wet, sticky spot. I licked my fingers, and assumed it was blood. I followed the trail with my finger, leading to the top of the steps.

Something landed on my head. I reached up, and counted five fingers. Breathing heavy, as I tried not to panic. I pushed and pulled, but the hand wouldn’t budge.

A chill went up my spin hearing a sinister laugh. Shoved backwards down the steps, nothing to grab onto. Waiting to reach the floor, it never came.

I woke up in a cold sweat. And called off the wedding that day.

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