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Grieve for the Past — Stanton Forbes
The old house held a secret even more terrifying than a double axe-murder.
Blood was everywhere.
"Even as my feet took two steps nearer, my eyes, my nose told me to stop. My mouth opened to releast sound.
"The thing in the doorway was a man. The thing in the doorway was Hershel. The thing in the doorway was blood-covered. The thing in the doorway was horror.
"I screamed. I screamed every running step through the field even though I thought I had no breath left for screaming."
Blood was everywhere.
"Even as my feet took two steps nearer, my eyes, my nose told me to stop. My mouth opened to releast sound.
"The thing in the doorway was a man. The thing in the doorway was Hershel. The thing in the doorway was blood-covered. The thing in the doorway was horror.
"I screamed. I screamed every running step through the field even though I thought I had no breath left for screaming."
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