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But as I reached for the phone I heard a new sound, and my blood ran cold at the realization. It started on the far wall of the kitchen, a blade of some kind, a knife, a tool, something metal, scraping along the outer wall as he slowly walked the perimeter of the two long walls of the kitchen.
Marcia Abboud
🦋 Marie A. Rebelle
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OMG horrifying!
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