Isaiah

He could feel himself begin to doze off when he heard the scattering of footsteps down his hallway. He sat up and looked towards the doorway, his door wide open. There was no light. Everything was lit by the luminescent blue glow of the moon through his window, leaving a cold lighting. Leaving a cold lighting. Everything was lit by the glow of the moon, leaving a cold lighting. It was pitch black.

There was cold lighting. It felt like an AI sentence. Is there lights in this room? No, the light is from the moon.

There was cold lighting. It felt like an AI sentence. Is there lights in this room? No, the light is from the moon.

There was cold lighting. It felt like an AI sentence. Is there lights in this room? No, the light is from the moon.

He stood up and slowly made his way toward the doorway when suddenly the door, which previously was wide open, slammed in his face. He gasped and fell back. He was out of breath when he hit the ground and he began breathing heavily, his eyes wide open. He waited for a few seconds before getting back on his feet.

He stood up and slowly made his way toward the doorway when suddenly the door, which previously was wide open, slammed in his face. He gasped and fell back. He was out of breath when he hit the ground and he began breathing heavily, his eyes wide open. He waited for a few seconds before getting back on his feet.

He stood up and slowly made his way toward the doorway when suddenly the door, which previously was wide open, slammed in his face. He gasped and fell back. He was out of breath when he hit the ground and he began breathing heavily, his eyes wide open. He waited for a few seconds before getting back on his feet.

He reached out and grasped the cold door handle with his bandaged hand and it creaked open. He looked out into the dark hallway and tiptoed out of his room. The window at the end of the hallway lit up the darkness with blue moonlight as he padded his way down. He could hear footsteps rustling around him and faint giggling followed by the pitter-patter of small feet.

He reached out and grasped the cold door handle with his bandaged hand and it creaked open. He looked out into the dark hallway and tiptoed out of his room. The window at the end of the hallway lit up the darkness with blue moonlight as he padded his way down. He could hear footsteps rustling around him and faint giggling followed by the pitter-patter of small feet.

He reached out and grasped the cold door handle with his bandaged hand and it creaked open. He looked out into the dark hallway and tiptoed out of his room. The window at the end of the hallway lit up the darkness with blue moonlight as he padded his way down. He could hear footsteps rustling around him and faint giggling followed by the pitter-patter of small feet.

which sounded like a child had run in front of them, giggling and running around. There's been like five sentences. It sounded like the footsteps of a child, the child running in front of him, giggling and running around.

which sounded like a child had run in front of them, giggling and running around. There's been like five sentences. It sounded like the footsteps of a child, the child running in front of him, giggling and running around.

which sounded like a child had run in front of them, giggling and running around. There's been like five sentences. It sounded like the footsteps of a child, the child running in front of him, giggling and running around.

The hallway was a lot longer than he remembered. It seemed endless, like the ride home from the hospital. He heard the door creak in front of him.

The hallway was a lot longer than he remembered. It seemed endless, like the ride home from the hospital. He heard the door creak in front of him.

The hallway was a lot longer than he remembered. It seemed endless, like the ride home from the hospital. He heard the door creak in front of him.

He called in a shaky voice. Suddenly, a door slammed between... There's a lot of door slamming. Suddenly, a door slammed behind him and he jumped and turned around. Behind him, he heard a long, eerie groan that sounded like a croak right in his ear. He turned around as fast as he could and was suddenly face-to-face with none other than his dead sister.

He called in a shaky voice. Suddenly, a door slammed between... There's a lot of door slamming. Suddenly, a door slammed behind him and he jumped and turned around. Behind him, he heard a long, eerie groan that sounded like a croak right in his ear. He turned around as fast as he could and was suddenly face-to-face with none other than his dead sister.

He called in a shaky voice. Suddenly, a door slammed between... There's a lot of door slamming. Suddenly, a door slammed behind him and he jumped and turned around. Behind him, he heard a long, eerie groan that sounded like a croak right in his ear. He turned around as fast as he could and was suddenly face-to-face with none other than his dead sister.

Her eyes were clouded white, her skin pale, the right side of her jaw dangling there by tissue and muscle, glass protruding from her forehead, black blood leaking down her face, her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail as it always was, and she was wearing her gray t-shirt and athlete shorts, which were dirty and spotted with blood. Her legs were bent in ways that they shouldn't be.