FicWad

January 5-7th, 2012

Note: I watched all of American Horror Story within two days. Both seasons. Although, the second season is incomplete. I can't find a word to describe the show. I've never been to good with words.
Jan. 5th or 6th
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Continuous. Never ending. You're running. Where? Away. Your footsteps aren't the only ones you hear. Someone else is here. Tired of running this hallway, you try a door. Locked, of course. Why would it be opened? To spare your life? Ha. There's a bend in the hallway just ahead. The sounds of the killer's footsteps seem to fade away. The turn is only a few mere feet in front of you. You turn your head to see what's behind you. Nothing. You turn the corner, eyes still on what's begin you. A strong grip takes grasp to your shoulders and pushes you against the wall. Your eyes are shut from fear. Terror chills up your spine. You let out a scream only for it to be muffled. Open your eyes. You see another set. These are filled with many emotions. Jumbled. You read his face. He is a person of many layers. So three dimensional. You know him. But nobody knows him. He is like you. But not. Thoughts that make sense only to self.

11:47 am- Jan. 7th