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One hundred years ago his grandfather had fought in a war.
Her thoughts turned to her husband, as the bus lurched off the edge of the road.
The bonfire smoldered in the cold Salem night.
“Your home is, actually, the worst torture chamber of all” said the Sargent dryly.
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The door wouldn’t hold forever. Every time the biker gang rammed it, it groaned and split just a little bit more. And they’d been at it for… Read more “One Hundred-Word Halloween Horror Story – Day 16”
Did I leave the front door open?
The day had started like any other day at the office, except they had a birthday party scheduled for the afternoon.