Far Too Late To Run: Horror Flash Fiction By Cam

Far Too Late To Run: Horror Flash Fiction By Cam

A wintery covering covered the trees and also the ground of the timbers, an outcome of the eccentric climate of late November. The light from Jack’s headlamp passed through the darkness and also sent out darkness competing away to ingest up the course behind him as well as the imprints of his operating footwear. He passed below the leafless cover for the 2nd time that early morning. The tracks from his previous lap ran in advance and also around a bend. He got read more