Her Last Day
The House of Tiny Monsters
You know that story of the forgotten house? Every city has one.
They say it's nearly a hundred years old —and I believe them.
We walk past it's boarded windows and decrepit overgrown fence, curious to catch a glimpse of what lies inside; counting the slivers of paint that curl down like peels of ripped skin.
What had gone so wrong in that house for it to be locked up so tight? The stories still send a chill down my spine to this very day.
My finger hung over the cracked doorknob as I steeled myself for what I'd find...
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K.H. Obergfoll
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"peels of ripped skin." brilliant.