Sam trembled at Susan’s actions. The body laid on the floor twitching. Sam muttered to himself, “Not in my house, not in my house…” It was too late. Susan had tasted blood. She knew how to kill now. Beginning lines of one of Brook’s uncompleted stories (circa unknown. It was years ago.) How did we [...]
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