Hello Dolly...
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Última publicación dom, mar 31, 2019
Hello Readers, I would like to let you all know I'm going be re-writing this story, some things will change and others will stay the same but it will be a new start to an old tale, I won't take it all down right away so you can still read parts for now. But stay tuned. 😏
Her baby brothers face would be there. He would be smiling up at her, his arm up, trying to grab her hand. She would smile back and bend forward to clasp his little hands in hers. Then his face would transform into a hideous mutation of itself. The child would smile it's long fang teeth, descended low and sharp. She would start screaming again as it opened it's mouth.
[Warning it has some major blood and gore. A quick thank you to Charis Tikvah for the Vicks idea! I don't know you nor have we met, but that really helped with retelling the story! Thank you!!]
(Thank you to the person/s/ who took the pictures, I take no credit for them.)]
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