Chapter 1

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Word Street. The only street with a blood red house. The only house that was the right size. The only house that was meant for them.
The house was vacant for 5 years, too small for anyone to comfortably live in and room for only nessesary things. Food, drinks, and clothes. Since nobody wanted the house it was close to destruction. But the deal was made and the realtor dashed into the car and sped off before they could have common sense and change their minds.
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3 days later Camille finished unpacking the last box. Cameron finally opened his bakery. Since he worried about his wife so much he opened it a couple of houses away since the house is on the corner. But once you turn the corner Word Street there's a message.
Cameron could see the faint letters on each of the houses, including his own. It spelt "Blood red". After he closed the bakery he went home and told his wife. Camille thought he was insane and once again told him that there was nothing to worry about. And she was a little bit right. But that's only a matter of opinion.

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