supernatural
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The Hendersons found the house on Maple Street through a foreclosure listing, priced so low that Sarah joked they’d probably discover bodies in the basement. The ranch-style home from 1952 had been empty for three years, its previous owners having died in a car accident, leaving no heirs. Perfect for a young family trying to…
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The key felt heavier than it should have as I turned it in the lock of 47 Maple Street. The brass was tarnished, worn smooth by decades of use, and it scraped against the mechanism with a sound like fingernails on metal. The door swung open with a prolonged creak that seemed to echo through…
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The sun was setting faster than Emma had anticipated. What had started as a simple shortcut through Miller’s Woods was quickly becoming a nightmare as shadows stretched like grasping fingers across the forest floor. She’d grown up hearing her grandmother’s warnings about these woods, but at seventeen, she’d dismissed them as stories meant to frighten…
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It started with Mrs. Henderson describing the hallway. “The walls are this terrible shade of green,” she said, wringing her hands in her lap. “Like old copper, or maybe pond scum. And no matter how far I walk, it never ends. Just door after door after door, all of them locked except for the last…