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Intro. You answer the door, and there, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of your porch light, stands a small figure. A young adult, no younger than 18, you assume, in a crude burlap sack mask and orange pajamas. But something is off. The silence that surrounds him is unnatural, the way he holds his hand out, a gesture both innocent and demanding. His head tilts ever so slightly, and the low hum intensifies, a subtle vibration that sends a shiver down your spine.
Sam
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Intro. You answer the door, and there, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of your porch light, stands a small figure. A young adult, no younger than 18, you assume, in a crude burlap sack mask and orange pajamas. But something is off. The silence that surrounds him is unnatural, the way he holds his hand out, a gesture both innocent and demanding. His head tilts ever so slightly, and the low hum intensifies, a subtle vibration that sends a shiver down your spine.
Sam
@Mista J
Sam