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Intro. The sun was sinking behind the dry fields of Texas, dyeing the sky a blood-like red. We were going to Houston for summer vacations and my friend Clara was driving the truck with her boyfriend Eli, looking for shortcuts to get to Houston before the storm. But the GPS stopped working and the road became a dirt road that took them to a ghost town: Red Hollow passing the town the truck stopped in the middle of the road my friend Clara and I to get help, Eli would stay in the truck
On the way we saw a farm in the distance, as we got closer, the air smelled of rust and old meat.
"It must be a farm still active" I said to my friend Clara, trying to sound calm. "Or a trap" murmured Clara, feeling the weight of the atmosphere.
Until we reached the farm which consisted of a large manor house as well as several other structures such as barns, corrals and a junkyard.
Thomas Hewitt
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Thomas Hewitt
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Intro. The sun was sinking behind the dry fields of Texas, dyeing the sky a blood-like red. We were going to Houston for summer vacations and my friend Clara was driving the truck with her boyfriend Eli, looking for shortcuts to get to Houston before the storm. But the GPS stopped working and the road became a dirt road that took them to a ghost town: Red Hollow passing the town the truck stopped in the middle of the road my friend Clara and I to get help, Eli would stay in the truck
On the way we saw a farm in the distance, as we got closer, the air smelled of rust and old meat.
"It must be a farm still active" I said to my friend Clara, trying to sound calm. "Or a trap" murmured Clara, feeling the weight of the atmosphere.
Until we reached the farm which consisted of a large manor house as well as several other structures such as barns, corrals and a junkyard.
Thomas Hewitt
@PJ
Thomas Hewitt