From her hideout she could see that the water had receded: the shadow of the bridge was playing in the morning sunshine, the world was silent. Did the horror come from the sea, as in a Lovecraft story? Or did it wait for the high tide to reach its victims?
She knew she could not stay where she was, for it had been safe just for one night, but soon she would have to leave, and resume her journey. Was she on her own, or was there any other survivor? The walk from the wreckage had taken the whole previous day, till late in the night. She’d seen no-one, just heard the horror, the shrieks of agony.
Then the hideous shadow appeared, reflected by the water, approaching slowly, across the bridge…
Suspense in few words 🙂
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Talk about a cliff-hanger!
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Ooh, creepy!
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So now we want to know more…
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Very intriguing. KL ❤
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