This is my story – part sixteen

December 19, 2013

Alone in the passageway, the door locked fast behind her, Molly had no choice but to head for the stairway. She shivered in the cold. The red patterns on the walls grew more vivid, until in the torchlight they started to form words, though not in any language Molly recognised.

This is my story

 

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