Do not copy my work it is © The back of Tristan’s hairs stood up as he saw the black figure crawling towards him, the old house smelled of dust and a backed up septic. He stood shock in the corner trapped between the figure and the door; he could not recognize what it was. The light of the room barely showed that there was something else in the room with him; he could see that it was moving towards him, but still, it was the first time that he has seen such a thing in his life. There i...
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