Goose

A.L. Riddle

Chloe Conlan

English

fang punched the thick glass hoping to escape the abandoned warehouse. he looked around for a key...anything that might help him to break the window. "I'm going to go insane slowly" he thought thinking

unwillingly about what had happened last time someone went into this place. "Ghosts ATE'im!" Lacy had said, "No bones or nothin' left!" So, like an idiot, Fang just HAD to check it out. What he had found was worse. Much worse. 
A scraping sound behind him made his blood run cold.

The scraping noise only grew louder as Fang slowly turned, a shiver creeping up his spine. It was so dark he could barely see, his breath pluming in front of him in the cold. And then he saw it.

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