Signals (A short story)
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Her eyes flitted around the room, seeing she was still alone, she relaxed a little before noticing the open door that lead into the kitchen.
The light in the room was out, and the darkness was unsettling. She couldn't shake the feeling that something inside the kitchen was watching her, perhaps leering with a sinister grin.
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This story is just a figment of my colorful imagination. (Any similar Characters, Events, Places, and Things is just Pure Coincidence.)
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