Jadin Baker

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I flipped on the light. My mouth fell open, and my stomach instantly felt sick as I traced the bright red spatters and smears along the countertops, the refrigerator door, and the floor. Someone had been dragged across the kitchen, four small streaks from fingers left behind as whoever it was futilely clawed at the tile. The body was dragged through the utility room and out the garage door.
Jadin Baker
OH… MY…. GOSH????!!! WTF IS GOING ON.
All the Little Lights
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