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Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of water echoing around the empty house. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of the door blowing to and fro. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. The sound of mice scurrying across the wooden boards. Smash. Smash. Smash. The sound of a window being broken to pieces. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound of a girl struggling with her victim. Clang. Clang. Clang. The sound of knives clattering together. Boom. Boom. Boom. The sound of the girls heart banging against her chest. Splat. Splat. Splat. The sound of blood hitting everything. Silence…. Then…. Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound of the body’s watch striking midnight. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of desperation to escape. Vroom. Vroom. Vroom. The sound of a car zoom off. Squirm. Squirm. Squirm. The sound of maggots attacking the corpse. Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of the house yet again deserted…. For now.
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Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 2:36 PM UTC
This House
Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of water echoing around the empty house. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of the door blowing to and fro. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. The sound of mice scurrying across the wooden boards. Smash. Smash. Smash. The sound of a window being broken to pieces. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound of a girl struggling with her victim. Clang. Clang. Clang. The sound of knives clattering together. Boom. Boom. Boom. The sound of the girls heart banging against her chest. Splat. Splat. Splat. The sound of blood hitting everything. Silence…. Then…. Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound of the body’s watch striking midnight. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of desperation to escape. Vroom. Vroom. Vroom. The sound of a car zoom off. Squirm. Squirm. Squirm. The sound of maggots attacking the corpse. Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of the house yet again deserted…. For now.
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jessica
English
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 2:36 PM UTC
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