#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.
A long figure was coming through the wall. It had something in its hand. It was a statue. Oh, it was the large statue that was built at the entrance to the hospital and how could it be in its hand yet that small.?
Excusez-moi mademoiselle, qu'est ce que vous pensez de moi?
Ah ..yes you look fantastic .
What? fantastic?
Don't use big words I don't know big words even I hate them
vous etes...