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Fiction
Mystery
For 237 days I've been coming to this same spot. For 237 days I have stood in front of the empty house, not daring to cross the warning tape. But on day 238, I decide to enter the house, with terrible costs. The house changes aspect once a fortnight. Sometimes it's a ballroom, sometimes a dungeon, sometimes a child's bedroom. It seems magical, but it's history is slowly revealing itself, and it is not pleasant.
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"Fuck off!" I yell, storming away. The nerve of that guy. It was a one night stand, I didn't marry him! I grumble as I plop into my car. Why was he being so weird now? Especially after he left like he did... I bite my lip and lean back in my seat, sighing and closing my eyes. And all that blood... He just... Licked it. And he actually... Grunted. Like he liked it. And now the weirdo won't leave me alone... I pull out my cell and see a text message from him. Dammit! Why did I give him my number!? 'You can't hide from me.' It reads. 'Go away you fucking stalker!' I message back. 'But I love you...' I sigh and throw my phone in the back seat. I have to get out of here.

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