Short horror storyA Story by A.N Hunter
I remember when I use to hear voices, laughter, hearty man to man talk, but do you hear that now? The silence is beautiful but it would be better if the dripping sound became silent,silent just like I made all of my family dead silent.
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Added on October 16, 2014 Last Updated on October 16, 2014 AuthorA.N HunterFLAboutHaving fun while doing what I love... Writing, anime, reading, superheros, rugby, theater, history, languages, and bug/book collecting. 16 more..Writing
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