my helper
#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. who should I call to help. They is none to call but
My father in heaven he always comes to help so I will call him every day of my life.
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. who should I call to help. They is none to call but
My father in heaven he always comes to help so I will call him every day of my life.