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They took Mummy yesterday. They never made a sound as they came in the night. Snow had fallen earlier and the blanket of white was flawless as I slumbered.
Two thousand and fourteen. I remember. Two thousand men fell ill. I remember. Days of horror, days of pain. I remember. Days when blood mixed with rain. We remember.
Dreaming schemes of murder,. Somewhere south of paradise,. Staining snow-white steps to Heaven red,. My foul Tongue slithers blisses hissing kisses laced in death,.
Stan knew he had fucked up. Why had he gone hunting 2 nights in a row. That was just plain stupid. It didn't help that his last victim had been his next door neighbour.