Story cover for Blaire's Possesive Fallen Angel by dontfuxkwithme
Blaire's Possesive Fallen Angel
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    Time 15m
Ongoing, First published Aug 25, 2018
I don't know where I'm going, I don't know why. So I just follow my feet. Soon I arrive at a house, nothing special, plain yard, no toys, no decorations, no mailbox. I walk around the perimeter of the house, and nothing seems off... until, as I'm forcing myself to walk away I hear something shatter, then crying. A child's cry.
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