#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. I know I am going to die.The darkness pierced my eyes.Flickering memories passed through my mind.I closed my eyes tightly.The images!Those falsh backs!The candle tasting lips of my first lover!she was a sister in a church.One day my...