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The Skin Collector**
The Skin Collector**
The old O’Malley house stood as a grim sentinel at the edge of Grimwood Forest, its rotting wooden frame sagging under the weight of years and secrets. Locals spoke in hushed tones about the place, warning their children to stay away. They whispered of strange sounds that echoed through the woods at night, the flicker of lights where no lights should be, and—most chilling of all—of a creature that called the house home.
Legend had it that many years ago, Henry O’Malley, the last of the family line, had gone mad. The townsfolk claimed he became obsessed with a macabre art: skinning his victims and using their hides to craft grotesque mannequins. But as the stories go, it wasn’t just the dolls he crafted. Henry was the Skin Collector, and when he could no longer find living victims, he vanished, leaving the house to rot, steeped in blood-stained memory.
One fateful October night, three friends—Maggie, Jake, and Tom—decided to put the legends to the test. Fueled by a mix of bravado and stupidity, they drove to the edge of Grimwood Forest, their flashlights slicing through the darkness as they approached the house. "What a dump," Jake scoffed as they stepped over the...
The old O’Malley house stood as a grim sentinel at the edge of Grimwood Forest, its rotting wooden frame sagging under the weight of years and secrets. Locals spoke in hushed tones about the place, warning their children to stay away. They whispered of strange sounds that echoed through the woods at night, the flicker of lights where no lights should be, and—most chilling of all—of a creature that called the house home.
Legend had it that many years ago, Henry O’Malley, the last of the family line, had gone mad. The townsfolk claimed he became obsessed with a macabre art: skinning his victims and using their hides to craft grotesque mannequins. But as the stories go, it wasn’t just the dolls he crafted. Henry was the Skin Collector, and when he could no longer find living victims, he vanished, leaving the house to rot, steeped in blood-stained memory.
One fateful October night, three friends—Maggie, Jake, and Tom—decided to put the legends to the test. Fueled by a mix of bravado and stupidity, they drove to the edge of Grimwood Forest, their flashlights slicing through the darkness as they approached the house. "What a dump," Jake scoffed as they stepped over the...
