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always wanted to live in one of these giant mansions, the kind I could explore when night falls, donning a flowing black gown of silk with a candelabra in hand to light the inky halls. Like the damsels on the covers of those gothic romances Mom likes to read.
I like the way She thinks
“You can lock your doors, but the devil is already inside, hiding beneath the floorboards . . . Can’t you feel it?”
But something is terribly wrong. She is bathed from head to toe in blood as thick as chocolate syrup. It trickles and oozes from the gaping wound that separates her face into halves.
Sweet nod to 🍿
Once your voice leaves your lips, it scatters in every direction across time and space.
the library’s ornate wooden entrance is open wide, leaking the icky blackness within like paint from a punctured aluminum can.
The light doesn’t have a source. It’s as if death itself has spilled over and taken on a color of its own.
