The White Eyes

The White Eyes

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MatureComplete Tue, Sep 29, 2020<5 mins

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Mary, a 90 year old woman, was enjoying her tea as she was sitting in her red Ruthanne chair, when she saw a pair of eyes outside her window that sent a chill down her spine.

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