17
03
2006
Posted by: Matt in stories
The clouds seemed to be gathering together to mask the stars and moon from view. The shadows cast by the trees, seemed to move ever closer, like so many clawed hands rising from hell itself. A cold wind was whilstling around her ears, as if calling her name.
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