Inkwell and Paper



The hairs on Ona’s neck stood on end. Creepy crawly, cold chills ran up and down her body.

She looked around. There was nothing her eyes could see.

She quickened her steps. She did not want to be like the girls in the scary movies she loves to watch. Dumb!

Steps sped up.

She kicked off her heels, running like her life depended on it.

“Excuse me Miss, you forgot your wallet.” It was the hostess from the restaurant.


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