Category: . Restless


Those doors were thought to be closed— those heavy, thick doors on massive iron hinges were pulled firmly closed and locked with a giant padlock. Cobwebs had appeared
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an undertone

The braying of an injured pack Howl outside. Their wailings whistle Long shrieks like banshees screaming. Bone chilling shrill, their calls Now spilling from my frozen fireplace. The
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The Storm

A sneaky breeze, a thousand thieves is creeping through the grass and trees and tugging branches, rustling leaves. Its fingers, cold against my face as faster it begins
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