THE HOUSE THAT BREATHED HER NAME

THE HOUSE THAT BREATHED HER NAME

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I bought an old house in the middle of nowhere hoping to have time to heal and clear my mind but there's more to this house that I didn't take into consideration. Something that has its eyes on me. I can feel it, I can hear it humming in my mind and the more time I spend here I don't want to leave. It calls me
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The Monster: I am the darkness that stalks you, the whisper you hear in the dead of night, the monster that hides beneath your bed. You've always belonged to me. You can run, but I live for the chase. You can beg me to leave, but I know you crave the terror. The Haunted: I feel him-death-lurking at every corner. I'm trapped in his world. I don't recognize myself anymore, with him always by my side, whispering, watching, waiting for me to fall into his shadows. And I can't escape him. Not when I crave him. Unedited♡

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