I was 写作 my story on the typewriter.
People say that they are afraid of the dark
However, its not the dark they're afraid of
Rather, it's what lies in the dark
What is it. No one knows
But, I couldn't think right now
There was a storm outside
A rather strong one
It blew out the power eventually
I was left in my room
In the dark
Suddenly, I heard footsteps
Then, I could smell dry blood
Then, I could feel something placing they're hand on my shoulder
It was no doubt
This is what lies in the dark
People say that they are afraid of the dark
However, its not the dark they're afraid of
Rather, it's what lies in the dark
What is it. No one knows
But, I couldn't think right now
There was a storm outside
A rather strong one
It blew out the power eventually
I was left in my room
In the dark
Suddenly, I heard footsteps
Then, I could smell dry blood
Then, I could feel something placing they're hand on my shoulder
It was no doubt
This is what lies in the dark