#WritcoStoryPrompt9
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source I heard a creepy voice "Come to...me!!" I could tell I wasn'wasn't the only one there I crept closer and I was snatched or I just went into my own hole of tragedy