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a shrill cry
#WritcoStoryPrompt9
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered.
I froze in my tracks, unsure of what to do. The cry had sounded human, but there was something off about it. It was too high-pitched, too shrill. And it seemed to be coming from multiple directions at once.
As I stood there, trying to make sense of the situation, the bushes began to rustle. And then, out of nowhere, a hand shot out and grabbed my ankle.
I...
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered.
I froze in my tracks, unsure of what to do. The cry had sounded human, but there was something off about it. It was too high-pitched, too shrill. And it seemed to be coming from multiple directions at once.
As I stood there, trying to make sense of the situation, the bushes began to rustle. And then, out of nowhere, a hand shot out and grabbed my ankle.
I...
