From: [[]] Put on your brightest smile. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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- Knock at the Door
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| - From: [[]] Put on your brightest smile. [Find the rest of the story at ]
- Over and over again. Why is it here? What does it want? Does it know I want to sleep? It must be one of those local hooligans. I wish I could just take my shotgun and shoot their brains out. Slowly wash their blood off my body. Damnit! So close! God, why must I be condemned to this? If I want him to leave, I guess I'm gonna have to go tell him. Why is it so persistent to be let into my home? I have nothing worth taking. The objects in my home have sentimental value, or none at all. The thing that was knocking... was right outside my bedroom door.
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| - The polished brass door-knocker is shaped like an octopus, and you have to lift the beak to knock. The door opens an inch or two, but is then slammed in your face. It's a shame you were standing so close. And that the octopus-beak is at eye-level.
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| - […] A maidservant stares at you with bright sepia eyes […] she shows you into a book-lined parlour, which is occupied by three ladies […] 'Welcome to our home. I am Cynthia, and these are my sisters Lucy and Phoebe. You are welcome to stay here' […]
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| - Put on your brightest smile.
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| - From: [[]] Put on your brightest smile. [Find the rest of the story at ]
- Over and over again. Why is it here? What does it want? Does it know I want to sleep? It must be one of those local hooligans. I wish I could just take my shotgun and shoot their brains out. Slowly wash their blood off my body. Damnit! So close! God, why must I be condemned to this? If I want him to leave, I guess I'm gonna have to go tell him. Why is it so persistent to be let into my home? I have nothing worth taking. The objects in my home have sentimental value, or none at all. Damnit, it doesn't matter! I just want to sleep,and dream peaceful dreams. I get out of my bed, and open my bedroom door. The thing that was knocking... was right outside my bedroom door.
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