The heavy footfalls always started at the furthest end the hall. They had an uneven tempo like a song with a heavy swing. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. I’m pretty sure what made the sounds has a limp. The footsteps got louder as they approached my door—much louder than the guards’ footsteps. And here’s the eeriest part: they didn’t echo. https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods Copyright 2022 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Thursday at midnight CST.
The heavy footfalls always started at the furthest end the hall. They had an uneven tempo like a song with a heavy swing. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. I’m pretty sure what made the sounds has a limp. The footsteps got louder as they approached my door—much louder than the guards’ footsteps. And here’s the eeriest part: they didn’t echo.
Copyright 2022 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories
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