
SecretsA dark house on the edge of an abandoned forest; that is where I live. Don’t ever look for me, don’t try to find me. It’s been long since I first came here, and I don’t need any more time to get used to this; to all the whispers and secrets all around me. I am not alone in this house, there are other people here. I just don’t know who they are. I can hear them, I can almost see them; I feel them. I just can’t understand who- or what- they are.Secrets14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I hear them as I walk around the house every day, whispering as if they’re keeping a secret from me. I hear the talking inside rooms, but once I look inside, al
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