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Part Eleven: The Creature

The Creature You stand on your toes, stretch to reach the window and can only barely see through; a fine film of dust and grime cover the once transparent glass. You feel like a kid again, eavesdropping on your parents from the next room over. This time, though, fear is deeply rooted in your stomach… Continue reading Part Eleven: The Creature

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Part Ten: The Descent

The Descent The weight of the silence wraps around you like snow on a street at midnight. It feels different than the rest, hollow, as though inside a vacuum. You breathe in and you breathe out, in and out in and out, rapid, laboured. You wait. Your chest is tight but quickly, silently, you make… Continue reading Part Ten: The Descent

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Part Nine: The Dark

The slammed door disrupts dust particles and cobwebs which dance across your face and into your nose. You almost sneeze, almost, but you hold it in. You stand there as the cloak of darkness and ever-present silence engulf you. You’re shaking, but only slightly, and the tabby presses close to you, silent as well. Your… Continue reading Part Nine: The Dark

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Part Eight: The Entrace

The Entrance You walk up the cracked concrete steps towards the imposing, ink stained door. Unlike before, the tabby is close at your side, his tangerine fur grazing your jeans. He seems somber, subdued. Frightened. Does he know what lays beyond the door? Though it is august, the air has become decidedly cool, and you… Continue reading Part Eight: The Entrace

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Part Seven: The House

The House You walk over to the gate, run your hand over the rough, cold metal, rusted with age and weathering. You give it a push, it sticks, you push harder. It gives way with a grating sound, like nails on a chalkboard. You remember your grade four English teacher doing the same to get… Continue reading Part Seven: The House

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Part Three: The House

The House The door closes behind you, and you’re in near darkness, the only light flickering from a fast disintegrating candle. Behind the girl, a rickety staircase ascends into darkness, and the floor is blanketed in an elaborately designed rug, the colors dancing and blending together. The tabby appears and rubs on the spindly legs… Continue reading Part Three: The House

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Part Two: The Guide

The Guide Chest heaving, you sprint back to the street where the shop is – or was, because now there’s an ice cream shop in its place. Sticky fingered kids grasp dripping ice cream cones while bored parents sit at grimy tables, staring at glowing screens. You look around, double and triple check, but you’re… Continue reading Part Two: The Guide