The Fear
Pulling up under the dim streetlamp, I leave the car engine running. The air is so cold that my breath soon fogs up the windows, so I wind the driver’s side down to see out.
Emelia Beecraft
Gothic Horror
Pulling up under the dim streetlamp, I leave the car engine running. The air is so cold that my breath soon fogs up the windows, so I wind the driver’s side down to see out.