Midnight Mist (1)

The following is just a horror story I got from somewhere and thought I'd share with you:

I woke up, drenched in sweat. It was 3.00 in the morning. I could hear nothing except the slow, constant ticking of my clock. I had the same dream again. It was always the same! Me, in a dark, cold place. Voices all around me, soft but pleading. And it always ended the same way too. A cold hand, reaching out and gripping me hard, pulling me back into the dark.

To be continued......

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