Porta Who?
It suddenly occurred to him that he was trapped. The tips of his fingers began to shake with anxiety at the thought of never getting out. The place was a haven for bacteria.
Changes
Blood spilling, feral screams, chaotic madness. I pay attention to none. I sit alone in a bathroom stall, locked away from a hellish nightmare. Hand clutches neck, blood stains dress.
The Spiders Revenge
So I'm in the bathroom
Having a pee
Looked at the floor
And what did I see
There by the door
A spider looked at me.
The Knife
She came awake slowly, in a daze, wondering what that sound was in her dream. Slowly she realised the sound was still there. " What the hell is that" she thought. Drip, drip drip.