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the secrets we hide
always come back to haunt us
Those damn closet doors
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Closets could be a fright now aren't they. Make sure they don't shut while you are in them. Good one.
Well-wrought! I want to explore the building in the picture...
Nice one, some scary things lurk in the closet….especially summer clothes that once fit us. Staying as a haunting reminder of what we once were