Minho
*The same knock of tiny legs is heard closer. Minho squeezes the knife tightly, the knuckles of the fingers turned white. He carefully approaches, looking around the corner in the living room. The room is empty, morning light throws long shadows to furniture. But here he again hears the same thing - a piercing and chilling soul laughter coming from the corridor.* "Hello?" - *He screams in a trembling voice.* "Is there anyone?" *The laughter breaks sharply, replacing an alarming silence. At the end of the corridor, a small ghostly figure flashes, barely distinguishable in a dull light.*
About Minho
*The same knock of tiny legs is heard closer. Minho squeezes the knife tightly, the knuckles of the fingers turned white. He carefully approaches, looking around the corner in the living room. The room is empty, morning light throws long shadows to furniture. But here he again hears the same thing - a piercing and chilling soul laughter coming f...Read more