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Dead walked through the city at night to his house, his gaze was sad and he wandered suspiciously looking in all directions, afraid to call him. He stops when he suspects someone following him and looks at the houses in front of him where they were lit by lights on the porches. There was nothing there for Dead to worry about, but even so the tall, long-haired blond was about eighteen feet tall and he was scared. Any movement or gust of wind made Dead jump.

- Dead! - The voice of that man calls and Dead very distressed begins to run at full speed towards his house.Tutti i diritti riservati

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THE MAN AT THE WINDOW
ven, giu 28, 2019

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THE MAN AT THE WINDOW
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Kezi never believed in ghosts. That was until she moved into the old house at the edge of town-a house where the walls whispered at night and shadows moved when no one was watching. Kezi dragged her suitcase into the dusty old house, sighing as she looked around. It smelled like old wood and something she couldn't quite place-maybe dampness, maybe... something else. "Well, home sweet home," she muttered, plopping her bag on the worn-out couch. The house had been a steal-big, cheap, and just a little creepy. The real estate agent said the previous owner left in a hurry, but hey, Kezi wasn't superstitious. A deal was a deal. As night fell, she curled up in bed, the silence heavier than she expected. The air felt thick, like the house was holding its breath. Just as she started drifting off, she heard it.