To Flee or Not To Flee
It’s dark and gloomy, I can scarcely see a path through. Strange noises clutch at me from either side, a desperate shriek pierces the air.
A light flashes up ahead. A few metres? A mile away? It warns of danger as much as the scream.
“Turn around” begs a voice from behind, “Save yourself!”
But others have passed this way and the danger of turning back s greater, surely, than to press on, brave the spooks and the fear running fingers up my spine. Turning back would mean failure and the chatter of classmates far more terrifying than any ghoul.
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