Puddles.A Story by Crimson_Catastrophe
Leah stared at the ceiling. She'd always had trouble falling asleep, and that night was no exception.
The clock on the wall read 4:18. Sighing, Leah decided to give up on sleep. She reached over and felt around her nightstand for the book she'd been reading earlier.SHe grabbed her cellphone and tapped the screen. It was bright enough to serve as a flashlight. Almost out of habit, she glided the beam of blue-white light around the room. She nearly turned the phone back to the book when her eye caught on something. Water. Drips of water had been splattered across the floor. Leah sat up, confused. She tapped the screen and swung the beam around the room again. That was when she saw it. A small puddle of water sat near the doorway. The rest of the droplets glittered under the harsh light. Leah followed down the line of drops, feeling a feeling of dread creep over her as they began to form a trail. The light finally hit the foot of her bed, from which a small lake of water was spreading. Leah felt her hands shake as she stared at it. Slowly, she leaned forward. The mattress let out a loud groan that made her jump. A panicked sound escaped her throat. She moved closer, until she was nearly at the edge when something flew out from under the bed. Leah kept back, letting out shaky moans as she pushed herself away from the edge. She could see the raw,slimy hand grip the edge of the bed. And then the light went out. Leah panicked, frantically tapping the screen, trying to get her light back, to no avail. The screen stayed dark. She whimpered. And then she let out an earsplitting scream as something cold grabbed her ankle, and pulled.
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2 Reviews Added on August 18, 2012 Last Updated on April 19, 2013 AuthorCrimson_CatastropheAboutI like good music, bitter coffee, pretty words, and ugly truths. John Green is my spirit animal. more..Writing
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