A short story, dark

Few office friends were sharing short dark story write-ups, which I wasn’t particularly interested in at first (didn’t get what would be so exciting about it, still don’t) but the one thing led to another and I was challenged (kinda) that I was too ‘not dark-minded’ and couldn’t come up with a good one.

Well, gauntlet was thrown and here is what I came up with:

The shadow moved across the hallway like the cold winter wind, tearing through the curtains and cutting into the embodiment of his soul as he lay staring into the mirror. All that he could see in the reflection was the glistening teeth making its way through the blood-bathed body – of himself. His evil had come around for him, for all those lay in his wake before didn’t stand a chance.

Okay, so I know it isn’t that mindblowing and that this wouldn’t send chills down the spine but I am pretty pleased with the result (and so were they, atleast for something which I came up in 10 mins). Shall I continue writing more of them? *grins*

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