The itching wouldn't stop. But little did everyone know, I was just getting used to my new skin.
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The Dry Creek Bed
HorrorA loosely gathered group of handwritten horror stories. Either it is dolls, Wendigo, or the ominous Carnival Creature it's sure to bring chills down your spine. Stories: The Late Night Drive Smells The Broken Glass There's A Monster Case 333, Par...
New Skin
The itching wouldn't stop. But little did everyone know, I was just getting used to my new skin.
