Drip…
..Drip
Something wet dripped from the ceiling and onto your shoulder.
It was thick and viscous.
You didn’t dare look up.
You heard a low, guttural growl and smelled a foul stench in the air.
You shuddered and closed you eyes, repeating your mantra.
“I live alone. I live alone.”
…Do you, though?
DUN, DUN DAN!
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Exactly~
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