My past came alive and butchered me once again. My future stared agape, clapping like a maniac. I shut my ears and watched it strangle my present till nothing remained, not even my dead past. I passed out and became a ghost of my past walking deadpan in life till the ghost screamed in my head, pleading with me to kill it. I grabbed a knife and stabbed the body that housed an evil past in it's sick mind. The lifeless body saw the sick mind wandering aimlessly at the crematorium. I couldn't live and I was hopelessly trapped in death. ◆ Hola Spookians 🖤🖤🖤🖤 ◆ Collaborate on this prompt and tell us about being trapped ◆ You can write a story / long short story / microtale / poem / conversation. ◆ Feel free to extend your spookiness in the caption.
