The Cannibal
November 21st, 2007
The house had a cold eerie feeling around it though you could see a creepy cupboard in the top right window. Then the silence was broken by screeching car wheels. The doorknob was rusty and scratched. Then the door just slid open and a tiny creek echoed through the house. A little table had a phone saying one new message and a red stain tralied to the kitchen and to the recently used garbage disposla and what looked like decapitated fingers. The stairs were all wobbly. Then I heard a noise like a snivelling tiger. I went to the bedroom red stuff was all over the walls I opened the cupboard I felt sick with what I saw…
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