How you inspired horror. Nightmarish Paragraphs. One Group’s Paragraph.
The fridged dungeon of my house was engulfed in inky blackness. My sister was abreast me. The dark and gloomy corridor stretched infinitely before us as we wandered into its shadows. An inexplicable shred of darkness shifted by me. As we advanced ahead, we were persued by a mysterious entity. The chamber dimmed. The figure’s existence closed in. Its grotesque apendages brushed against my shivering skin.