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Stalk Kudzu |
Is there a question anymore?
Grievously dead fingers crawled along the floor, inching toward the unsuspecting figure sitting calmly by the cold, frigid open window.
A hint of breathing rose above the noise of the sunset.
The deathly silent air thickened inside this isolated room of the fifty room mansion.
A spark of life sprang up from underneath the seated character.
It hadn't asked for permission to be there.
It simply claimed its lot.
Blood scattered everywhere.
The dark figure in corner witnessed this display taking in the shower of red silhouetting its own profile.
(the rest of this story is rattling inside journal)
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