Literature
Creepypasta: The Whites of their Eyes
Creepypasta: The Whites of their Eyes
Running is all I have known, all I have ever known. Granted, the span of my existence is fairly limited, since I have no memories prior to about ten minutes ago. When I awoke…or should that be “was born”? At any rate, when I came to, I was in a filth-caked room which had the appearance of a slaughterhouse’s kill floor that had been emptied of any cadavers. I had the appearance of a small girl, wearing a dress that looked halfway between formal attire and a ritual sacrifice’s arcane finery. I was not alone, either, and I’m not solely referring to the monster which hunts