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It was seven pm and it was starting to get dark outside. Molly steps inside the convenience store wearing her purple jacket and looks so brand new as if she bought it earlier. She walked by the cashier while he was on his phone scrolling through dozens of articles. He was so glued to his phone that he
Once Molly walks outside the store she can feel the cold breeze hitting her jacket. She gets inside her car and turns on the engine with ease. Cut to her driving in the middle of the road and at each side was covered with pure darkness as if she was driving in the void all by herself. She turns on the radio to hear some news about a large sinkhole that was discovered in Death Valley California. While she was driving suddenly in the corner of her right eye she could almost spot something in the fields. Her little mind
She reached the street where she lives and stumbles across a drunk man perambulating around the sidewalk while she drives past him, she looks at the drunk man which looks like he was possessed by some demonic force. Molly sighed and
She settled down on the couch and munched on her chips. Molly turned on the television to watch a documentary about cave exploration when she was watching the documentary her eyes started to close and fall asleep. One hour has passed and it is now the middle of the night. Molly is still sleeping like a corpse on her couch. Besides that, something weird happened. Someone walked by the window. Was it the drunk man himself? Who knows because right now furthermore Molly wakes up only to find herself to be covered with the dust of the chips. She wipes the dust off her grey shirt and stands up to stretch her limbs. She looks at the window for ten seconds thinking of what to do tomorrow. She walks towards the window and promptly covers the windows with the curtains because of the thought of someone spying on her or more likely stalking her like prey. Once she was done covering each window and shutting them, the lights in the living area started to flicker
It was obvious something strange was going on but Molly
She went back inside the house and locked the backdoor and when she reached the living area she could hear a weird sound coming from her bedroom. She quickly walked upstairs and stumbles across her bedroom lights still flickering. Molly flicked the switch off making the bedroom lights no longer flicker. Furthermore, she realized that her bedroom window was open, feeling the coldest wind that she had ever felt, making her shiver. She promptly closed the window but with diligence because she
There was a large sinkhole in the ground of the closet that expanded throughout the closet space. She looked at it with fear and amazement, the center of the sinkhole was so dark inside that it felt like a bottomless pit and yet again she could hear the watery drops coming from inside the sinkhole. She sat in a sitting position and leaned her head closer to the sinkhole and then at the corner of her ear she can almost hear an inhumane sound coming from deep within the hole and the closer she leaned her head closer to the sinkhole and out of nowhere she heard a scream coming from outside. Molly snapped back to reality and ran downstairs quickly forgetting about the sinkhole in her bedroom closet. She stopped in the middle of the living area and hid behind the curtains, she looked through the window very carefully as in not to be spotted by something, and then what Molly eyes laid upon will horrify her for the rest of her life way worse than the nightmares she experienced in her sleep. What she saw was the corpse of the drunk man with all his limbs decapitated from his torso. She runs towards the kitchen to call 911 on the phone until out of nowhere she hears an inhumane screech coming from upstairs. She dropped the telephone which landed on the ground breaking into pieces.
Molly treads up the stairs slowly, avoiding making a sound. When she reached the second floor she saw her room in ruins and she
So many questions filled her mind as to why there was a sinkhole in the bedroom? Was there a cryptid following her the whole time ever since she left the store? Or was there something else entirely horrifying thoughts like these made her legs shake like noodles? Then all of a sudden she hears the screech of inhumane quality, She hears the sound of furniture being broken apart into pieces and can even hear the creature rumbling throughout the house like a psycho. The creature smashed the front door and scampered outside running on all four legs towards the fields of tall grass. Molly slowly opens the door peeking through it to find out that the creature has left she let out a sigh of relief but she needed to get out of there. She quickly but stealthy runs towards her car and she made sure not to make any sound. In the corner of her ear, she can still hear the sound of the thing in the fields screeching but from a faraway distance.
She gently opens the car door. And gets inside carefully at that instant she can hear the thing get closer via the sound it makes in the field. Once she closed the door of the cruiser she started the engine but it
She drove as fast as she could down the road not daring to look back to see if the creature was chasing her and suddenly a coyote appeared on the road molly
Four hours have passed and Molly awakens from her deep slumber. And she finds herself on a hospital bed. She tries to get up but her legs and arms ached in gruesome pain she looks down her legs only to find bruises both on her legs and arms altogether. Then a nurse came inside the room to inform Molly that a random driver found her on the ditch laying on the concrete ground drenched in blood. Molly's whole body shakes in fear of what the nurse told her. She tries to get out of the hospital bed but while trying to do so she fell onto the ground feeling the pain of the bruises. It was like needles pinching into her flesh.
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