He first saw it slither out of the crack between the heavy, double oak door leading into the only
room he had ever been seen the the great house. It appeared almost shadow like. Amos could
feel the room grow cold in anticipation. This was not the first time the room had seen it, and it
would not be the last. Amos stifled a cry as its glassy eyes fixated on him. Amos reached for his
22 rifle he had earned in his time in the army many years ago.
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Amos Erin Coy
TerrorAmos's weary eyes gazed at the front door from under his bushy eyebrows that had been in need of extensive trimming since the day his wife passed. He released a sigh and pulled the handle of the creaking door which would bring him the most memorable...
