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Go See for Me
I can’t go back in there. I know it’s lying there. Maybe it’s alive. I don’t know. When I heard the thump, I ran. I think I saw eyes. I don’t know. If it’s alive, it’s all alone. Alone in that last stall.
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Ooo. Not knowing what’s in there makes it so much creepier. It could be anything!
I hope it’s a scary thing and not a poor unfed animal! You described the feelings and made it all seem very real. Nicely done!
The stuff of nightmares! You creeped this very well!
My kind of creepy. This reminds me of playing with my cousins at Grandpa’s dairy farm. Always something to spook us in the barn.
Very creepy, Jan! I’m not going to take a look, nope.