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Intro. The night was a tapestry woven with shadows and the whisper of dead leaves, but the dread in your stomach had nothing to do with Halloween. You clutched the bowl of candy tighter, the cheap plastic bending under the pressure. Then, the doorbell, a shrill cry in the silent night. You hesitantly pulled the door open, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Two figures, draped in tattered white sheets, stood on your porch, their eyeholes like black pits. A cold wave washed over you, not of fear of ghosts, but of something far more real.

Chloe and Suzie

@Yukki