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Sara walked down the sidewalk adjacent to the identical apartments scrunched so close together they were practically morphed into one elongated building. She looked down at the notes she had taken on her phone. “Building 13 Unit b, 5th building down Maple Street, has new roommate’s police car parked in front of it.” After her
“Charlie! Help me!” The sun hung low in the valley and threatened a darkness upon the shabby, povern-struck town in the distance. Charlie stood on the edge of a cliff, the drop was no less than a 100 miles long. At least, he assumed so with careful calculation. His brother, George, dangled from the mountainside.
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Bonk! The mouse smashes the massive hammer on the cat’s head, his face flattened into the ground. Skeeeeeeeeeer Pop! He peels his head off the ground and it pops back into shape. I chuckle. I’ve watched cartoons for as long as I can remember. When I was a boy, they were black and white on
Nothing is better than catching someone in the act of a dark secret. My neighbor, Albert, certainly had one, but so did I. It was a bleak day in December, where the air was crisp and the world was quiet in the New York mountains. I dragged my tools up a hill, crunching
Max sighed, he was absolutely bored. He checked his watch, 8:24 AM. He stood outside his sister’s apartment, waiting for her to come out so that they could make it to their 9:00 AM meeting. He hadn’t seen his sister in a year, but she decided now was the time to work for the same
“I just read Pet Sematary, and now the light is out. Great, now here he comes.” I walked up the two flights of stairs to my apartment at one in the morning. I don’t really remember where I was coming from to be honest, but if I had to guess, it was probably Jordan’s house.
You can smell the decay, can’t you? I closed my eyes for a second or two and sighed. I kept walking, listening to the soft tap, tap, tap of my feet on the sidewalk. My nose scrunched up as I could smell the rot in my mucus. That’s you. That’s all inside of you. Your
Dylan Brown drove down the interstate in his 1997 Chevrolet C10 with a box strapped in the passenger’s seat. Before leaving his home, he made sure to prevent it from flying around the car when he drove up the mountainside. The hills scattered around the car with bare, jagged rock and long, wavy grass on
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