Title: Mystery
by Gareth from Lancashire | in writing, fiction
It was a cold dark night. He sat under the now flickering light; rocking back and forth. His mind was empty, his head filled with nonsense. He muttered a few simple words, ''hello, you there?''. I became curious of who he was speaking to, and as i gradually got nearer I found a tall man, dark hair, hazel eyes, dressed in a ripped blazer with matching trousers. I now knew who he was talking to. He edged nearer the man lay on the floor, and as i peered through the tiny crack in the door, i saw it, there it was, i was looking at...
I just made it up.
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