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The Weedman :Part 2:(continued from part 1)The Weedman :Part 2:
“Slip on a crack, break your mother’s back,” the ghoul taunted. 20 feet. “Slip on a crack, slip on a crack, slip on a crack!!” She had reached the crumbling white fence surrounding the home, and the old man no longer followed her. She remained facing him anyway. When she felt her back press up against the front door, Elaine knocked urgently over her shoulder. The old man let out a final taunting hoot and then dashed off into the reeds, clapping his hands insanely. “I'll have you before the nigh
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The Weedman :Part 1: Elaine looked up at the bleak grey sky and shivered into her jacket. It was getting dark, and she was terrified to be out here. The world stretched enormously in all directions, and this expanse of Vermont highway was utterly deserted. She couldn’t see a single obstacle for miles; the road spread out endlessly before her, a dirty cement runway to eternity. Vast fields of reeds or some kind of tall willowy plants lined both sides of the road. How in the world would she find another person out here? She supposed she would just have to keep walking. Her feet were already aching. How longThe Weedman :Part 1:
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Wilted FlowersWilted FlowersWilted Flowers
She checked in with no great difficulty, her lightly packed suitcase stuffed under one arm and her purse in the other. Karen Smith, she signed in; the name was dull and unremarkable, and anyone looking through hotel registries wouldn’t give this one a second glance. No one questioned her, at any rate- she did look like a Karen Smith... a dull, unexceptional Karen Smith. Her sunglasses did raise a few eyebrows though, especially at this hour. Let them stare, she thought tiredly, that was the least of her worries. She grabbed the keys to her room and made her way to the elevator. “No,” she said to
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