Friday, March 6, 2009

Night Is a Killer

The mansion was deathly quiet and smelled of corpses. The chandeliers were rusted and covered in cobwebs. There was a voice from the music room. Floor boards creaked. Blood seeped out from under the door, and an ear piercing scream penetrated the room. Janice rolled her eyes and switched her TV off. It was late.

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