I was woken by a strong nauseating smell. I
went to investigate. It was the garden area. The grass beneath my feet was
stinking. I started digging passionately. A polythene rug sack surfaced. I
untied it. A rotten head fell onto my lap. I shrieked as I saw my hollow eyes
staring back at me.
OH MY GOODNESS!!!! HOW SCARY!!! OH BOY!!
ReplyDeleteGlad you got scared...Mission accomplished :/
DeleteThat's your Genre- 55 fiction !!
ReplyDeleteYes, this is one genre of which I am more confident. Thanks for reading dear
DeleteSpooky! A good read!
ReplyDeleteHello Saru. Thank you :))
ReplyDeleteHi Ritesh,
ReplyDeleteThat was interesting, you accomplished the F55 quite successfully.
The thought on one's own head falling into their lap gives the creeps. :)
Keep it up :)
Regards
Jay
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Thanks. Ur blog has a nice look about it :)
Deletescared out of wits.
ReplyDeleteThank you sir for reading and getting time out to comment. Will look forward to more visits from you :)
Deletevery (chris)nolan-esque this creepiness..
ReplyDeleteHi Songbird. Glad you visited. Ummm.... it's just that me and Nolan perhaps share our passion for thrills, though am more in the line of Edgar Allan Poe, my personal fav :))
ReplyDeleteImagining my hollow eyes staring at me. Its creepy, man... :(
ReplyDeleteimagine your ratty eyes staring back at you...haha.....the next time i see a dead rat on the road, i will get reminded about u
ReplyDeleteThat's too scary for bedtime stories. But really nice F-55.
ReplyDeletehi Anjali...welcome to my haunted blog. :)
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