It didn't make sense. There was no one in the house. The television wasn't on. The windows closed.
So why was there static?
There were no bees.
The shower wasn't running.
Then how?
Gaze falling upon the radio, relief was tangible. But-
The radio wasn't working. The knobs didn't turn and the batteries were removed.
Then how-
A scream rent through the silent neighborhood, but there wasn't a single person to hear.
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Inktobers
PovídkyHi! So this book will have all my Inktober stories over the years. I might be a little behind though, so sorry if I am (U • _ •)
