Wretched spindly fingers appeared in the dark, acrid stormy dusk. Brilliant bolts of lightning danced around the ramshackle molding exterior, illuminating death. The excuse for windows let enough light through their dusty panes to see the imminence. The fingers, protruding from spotted, scabbed things passing for hands stretched across Cindys mattress without the aid of arms. They slinked, snakelike. All three. The loud piercing scream shattered what was left of fine china, and the shards danced and they taunted her. They then settled onto the putrid female flesh, when without stimulation, filleted every last molecule of skin from her ugly form. The fingers laughed.
Posted on: Tue, 27 May 2014 05:57:52 +0000
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