January 1, 2018

“The house reminded me of stone. I walked through the front door and it slammed shut, sealing me in the dark. This was the dark of underground and crypt. I smelled mildew, dirt, and rot. I walked into this darkness and saw nothing. I felt my way, running my hands along crumbling walls, crawling across sagging floors. I tore my body open and bled freely. The blood smelled of water…”

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