7. Breathe Again
She brought the barometer because it was pretty. It didn't
work, but it was a decoration barging at two bucks, so she couldn't resist the fisherman tool.
Back home, she hung it on a wall, looked at it for about two minutes, and then
forgot it. It was just another filling and she didn't realize it was actually
working until a week later. It was a bit odd, considering it was over a century
old, but she didn't think much of it.
She looked at the figures one night
before bed, and the needle was on storm even though it was a clear night. She
turned to go to her bedroom, and she thought she saw the glimpse of a man's face
from the corner of her eye in the reflection of the tool.
She slept with the
light on.
The next evening, she felt herself being watched. She kept
having goosebumps for no reason, prickles on the back of her neck. She was
finally calming down reading a book when she felt something on her shoulder.
She gasped and scrambled on her feet. The lights were on,
yet a shadow stood in a corner of the room.
It moved.
Ohhhh j'aime ça, court mais vraiment très creepy, j'en ai eu un frisson :D En plus c'est inspiré d'une histoire vraie :o
RépondreEffacerC'est pas basé sur une histoire vraie, mais j'ai pris l'inspiration en voyant mon propre baromètre. :P
RépondreEffacerPresque un creepypasta! Fuuuuu, le pouvoir du baromètre EVIL!
RépondreEffacer(J'aime quand même le baromètre)