Читать книгу A scary story about the New Year - Alexander Barkov-Bortsov - Страница 5

The dog began to growl and bark.

It was probably a black black wolf.

Нe was looking at me.

I looked at the wolf.

The wolf was blocking my way.

I could have walked around the wolf in

the snow,

but to the left and right were barbed wire

and wooden old rickety fences.

Apparently the zone was beginning.

Lo and behold, by the roadside

I saw a large rock covered with snow.

I approached the stone..He bent down

and began to turn it over.

I barely managed to tear away from the frozen ground.

He picked up the stone with both hands and wanted to throw it

at the wolf.

But there was no wolf.

It’s an obsession.

I was at a crossroads roads. An orange light flashed to the right.

I chose the right one and entered the forest.

Windbreak, stumps, and trees blocked the way.

into the dark dark forest.

I listened. There were frequent claps from behind.

shots fired.

I thought Apparently the black wolf

caused the chase… yu… yu..