Handprints in The Dust

Handprints in The Dust

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When the car pulled up to the house I knew something was off. I stared up at the old family house, I had never been to it but the stories told by my family where never happy.
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I close my eyes. I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die. Suddenly, I feel my stomach drop and my head start to spin. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I try to breathe, but my mouth is dry. The sickening feeling continues for about a minute, then it stops. I open my eyes; I'm not dead... Yet.

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