Whispers of Addie

A creak on the stair. The clock ticks on. Shadows twist where

the candle won't blow. A name whispers soft, like a chill

in the air. Addie. Oh, Addie, is someone there?

Haunting shadows. Creeping near. Whispers tangle. Caught in fear. You're the story,

the end, the light. But who's the

author and who's confined? A knock at the window.

A figure in black. Heartbeats a drum. There's no turning back.

The pages curl. The words bleed through. Danger writes itself. What will you