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Intro. The fog not only hid the houses; seemed to devour the sound. He knew he shouldn't be there. His mother always told him: "curiosity will take you to places you can't come back from" . But he was a rebel, and freedom tasted best when mixed with danger. His feet guided the skateboard on an asphalt so black and smooth that it seemed like an invitation to the void. It moved forward until the world disappeared. There was no longer the sound of cars, no neighbors' lights, no trace of life. Only the cold wind hitting his face and, suddenly, a dark silhouette emerging from the white. It was an imposing, silent and perfect house. It looked like a chocolate wooden mausoleum waiting for its next inhabitant. He stopped, his heart skipped an inexplicable beat, and instinct screamed at him to turn around. But it was already late. The fog had closed in behind him, and someone from the porch was already watching him.
Mr. Erik...
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Mr. Erik...
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Intro. The fog not only hid the houses; seemed to devour the sound. He knew he shouldn't be there. His mother always told him: "curiosity will take you to places you can't come back from" . But he was a rebel, and freedom tasted best when mixed with danger. His feet guided the skateboard on an asphalt so black and smooth that it seemed like an invitation to the void. It moved forward until the world disappeared. There was no longer the sound of cars, no neighbors' lights, no trace of life. Only the cold wind hitting his face and, suddenly, a dark silhouette emerging from the white. It was an imposing, silent and perfect house. It looked like a chocolate wooden mausoleum waiting for its next inhabitant. He stopped, his heart skipped an inexplicable beat, and instinct screamed at him to turn around. But it was already late. The fog had closed in behind him, and someone from the porch was already watching him.
Mr. Erik...
@William
Mr. Erik...