CHAPTER SEVEN.

Abigail Busayo 1.0k words

The cold air teased the hairs on Angela skin as she shut up from the forest ground her eyes roaming the forest, fear gripped her, her lips quivering, it was now dark the moon casting its little light to the sky, its light creating shadows, one that looked horrifying in...

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