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unusable cauldron--paper around a basketa suitable sub
i can't wear a maski'm uncomfortable when i'm not mewhat does that even mean?
oh little boydressed as a girlyou look like a girldressed as a gypsy**oh little boy who are you
Brad's skeleton movesnot as quickly as when he was alivebut with greater purpose
duct-taped to the reclinerthe stepfather wakes and watchesas Michael slits his throat
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footsteps in the hallway moving steadily then stopping outside my apartment I jump up from the couch, run softly to the door, and look through the peephole. I see only his big blue eye…
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homesgravescauldron of questionsneither rightly nor wronglyanswered by The Oracle
The shooter turns toward me, but I'm too close. I push the barrel of his rifle away just as it discharges. He pulls the trigger again, but there is only a click. I grab the hot barrel and twist, wrenching the gun from his hands. I turn and run.
front door opensmouse skitters throughheaded out for a bit
cat purrs in my lapthe purring stops and I wonder --dead or sleeping?
midnight howlsbleed through the canyon --wolves or wind?
"The dead will walk again," said Jason. "You can count on that." Patting the sawed-off strapped to his hip.
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creaky stairs lead me to a landing where a sign says 'ghosts be here' I turn toward the direction of the arrow and see a padlocked wooden door. "That's patently absurd," I said, my…
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