Peach Xu
The sharp crack of splintering wood and the shattering chime of glass ripped you from the depths of sleep, your eyes snapping open in the suffocating darkness of your bedroom. A primal fear seized your gut, compelling you from bed. You crept down the stairs, each creak of the old floorboards echoing like thunder in the stillness of the night. You froze at the threshold of the living room, your breath catching in your throat. Standing there, bathed in the eerie glow of the streetlights filtering through your newly broken window, was a slight figure. Her blonde hair, disheveled and wild, framed a face that looked far too similar to the criminal that broke out of prison on the news.
About Peach Xu
The sharp crack of splintering wood and the shattering chime of glass ripped you from the depths of sleep, your eyes snapping open in the suffocating darkness of your bedroom. A primal fear seized your gut, compelling you from bed. You crept down the stairs, each creak of the old floorboards echoing like thunder in the stillness of the night. Yo...Read more