Samuel

Samuel

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Complete Sun, Dec 13, 2020<5 mins

cemetary death fear horror reaper

In time, the creatures surrounded the porch, the small wooden Island that protected her from the sea of black corpses. Her feet brought them closer with every shallow breath. She silently prayed to god she knew wasn't there that she could shed her fear.

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