Barn Door to Hell - Chapter 2
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The rope untangled and the soupy remains of Al West dropped to the barn floor with a dull thump. The hay rose and fell like the chest of a sleeping giant beneath the fallen corpse. The movement was in perfect sync to the pulsating glow in the skull’s eye sockets.
Blood soaked into the ground and more strands of hay punctured the partially melted skin of …
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