Wave of Horror

I didn’t see her right away. She was standing before my dressing mirror. Her posture was downright scary. Her aura was that of coldness. Her eyes, so cold. Like an ancient effigy. She had a red hair. Her complexion pale like a phantom.

I backed into the wall. She was ten feet away. A wave of horror swept through me. I pointed the knife towards her. Halt! I shouted. She didn’t blink. Who are you? I asked.

Slowly, she answered. “I am Anna. The character in your story. Last night, you wrote me out of my grave”

My God! What?

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