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Curiousity.

         That old house? The one on Wilsburg street? No one's lived there for decades; it's practically falling apart at the seams, collecting dust, but hey, that doesn't stop you from entering now does it?

Are you not afraid? The fear isn't eating you from the insides out? gnawing at your bones, tearing at your skin, smashing your heart against your rib cage?

The shattered windows, the missing floorboards, that vile stench suffocating your senses. Yet, you still tread along. Why is that?

You're supposed to end like everyone else who'd attempted to take foot inside this place -  frozen in your tracks, but you're not. Could it be.. The adrenaline? The overwhelming interest on what may lie ahead? Whatever the reason, You shouldn't be here, not on this street, not in this house. You need to leave; Now.

But...What? You don't want to? Hm. You stubborn little shit, you'll learn. You'll soon understand what must happen if you accompany these walls and with that I'll leave you with one last warning and maybe this time you'll listen so, remember this -

Curiosity killed the cat
• 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 • 

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