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The first thing I became aware of out of the depths of my subconscious was a slight rolling sensation. Not quite like being on a boat, more rhythmic, and not much like being in a car, smoother, the rolling gently swayed me awake and eventually forced me to open my eyes.
By Joe G4 years ago in Fiction
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Which was peculiar because everyone in Wheaton Montana had known the family who lived in that cabin, the Gordons, and everyone knew that the whole family had been dead for years.
