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The rain gripped Oakhaven, like a lingering phantom. Iron gates rusted, driveways went to mud, and the old Victorian houses lining the ridge began to rot at the seams. The home of Old Man Miller, out past the abandoned mill, seemed banished to the edge of town. Half-blinded by his eighty-two years, stubbornly living alone in a house whose collapsed oak porch blocked the main driveway. The cost of time and money for a heavy crew to clear the massive timbers, excavate the cracked foundation, and rebuild the frame was beyond his means. With onl...
(Warning: Content may be deemed sensitive to some readers. Discretion is advised.) A chilling wind howled through the moonlit ruins. The bone-strewn streets echoed, with the slapping of Ruby's bare footsteps. She couldn't remember her past, or how she got there. A black cat guided her through the winding city. Flitting through the shadows, pausing to see if the girl still tagged along. The feline's silent invitation was impossible to resist. Ruby followed, a sense of dread growing. Shivering, she had awoken alone. Dressed only in a thin, r...
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(Warning: contains depictions of blood, violence, mental health, substances and suicide. Discretion is advised.) They stood at the trailhead, a weathered ex-soldier and a carefree hippy with a contagious laugh. They were an odd pair. Because of a few too many joints, they had gotten a late start. Making them scramble, to catch up with the sun. “Alright,” Rick’s husky voice held a hint of nervous energy, “let’s do this.” Shivering, he pulled his worn Army jacket tighter around his hunched shoulders. The early spring air, that chill afternoo...
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