Inside was the same room from earlier, with the same tea set and exercise bike. A rotten, dead, horrible smell washed over me and I nearly gagged. In the corner was a pile of clothes and sheets, long hair coming from within the pile. It wasn't moving and I had a feeling that I knew what was in the clothes. Stepping outside to have some fresh air, I choked down the urge to vomit. The shape was watching from the edge of the woods. "Are you happy now?" I said, looking at it. It's dark swirling surface was giving no answer away, but it let out a small gurgle. I gave it one last look as I went home. I would deal with this in the morning.
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Halloween Essay
Mystery / ThrillerI had to write an essay for Literature class and it ended up being 7 short chapters long. Young Z's life went well until one day, things got a bit strange. My writing is fairly horrible due to my tragic inability to give a damn.
