Morning everyone! I’m finding I turn more inwards and am daydreaming longer than before. Below could be that start of another book. Fingers crossed the muse likes it. Wherever you are, have a glorious day.
As the new family moved in to her old house, she couldn’t help but feel scared for them. The house looked like any other in the street. A heritage style bungalow with stained glass with little lace curtains that ruffled around the edges of the window. It looked like a happy family lived there. It would be easy to see a kid’s bike turned over on the front lawn, or laughter coming form the backyard.
But this house wasn’t like anyone else’s.
It was an abomination, one they wouldn’t realise until it was too late.
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