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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.
Her face, warped and bloodied, stared at me with empty eye sockets. One ear was dripping with fresh blood, courtesy of my now broken fist.
Her long nails scratched the hall as she whispered in her rasping voice, "One for the man who deserved to die, two for the widow who always cries. Three for the man with holes for eyes, four for the mouth who always lies. Five for the woman who stays up too late, and six for the man who opened my gate!"
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.
Her face, warped and bloodied, stared at me with empty eye sockets. One ear was dripping with fresh blood, courtesy of my now broken fist.
Her long nails scratched the hall as she whispered in her rasping voice, "One for the man who deserved to die, two for the widow who always cries. Three for the man with holes for eyes, four for the mouth who always lies. Five for the woman who stays up too late, and six for the man who opened my gate!"
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