The little girl will never grow brave enough to pick the lock, to try the curious closet door that is always shut in her nursery.
She will never find the dead man behind it, leaning face against the wooden door, eyes turned to pits, lips shrunken back, listening as she plays with her dolls.
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(A/N: Sorry this one is a little bit longer)
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