I impressed myself the other night while describing a scene.

I impressed myself the other night while describing a scene.

I impressed myself the other night while describing a scene. The character was searching for a way out of a root cellar while escaping Bluecoats, and suffered a major consequence. “Remember how there were two ghostly voices earlier, and you captured one spirit? Well as you run your hands along the walls frantically searching for some kind of exit, your hand brushes up against another hand. It suddenly grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the darkness, the last thing your companion sees of you is your foot as it dissappears into the shadows.”

Stopped the table cold, and gave myself chills.

3 thoughts on “I impressed myself the other night while describing a scene.”

  1. The character was pulled through a ghost door. Luckily the other character was a whisper, who opened it, tracked the ghost to an alleyway, subdued their possessed friend, and exercised the spirit.

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