“The Last Old House” (Horror d’oeuvre #42)

(The estimated reading time for this is 5 minutes)She crept and crawled along the walls, breathing in the moldy old wallpaper. Delicious spores spun around her nose, their fuzzy tendrils landing on her tongue. She slid down to the ground where the floorboards creak-creak-creaked like a skeleton’s chuckle, and made her smile as she recalled […]
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