The Monster in My Doorway
The Laundry Room
When the screaming started, I was in the laundry room.
I would’ve stayed in there longer, but it was dark and the washer smelled rancid.
I would’ve stayed in there longer, but I could only hold my breath for 54 seconds before I got dizzy.
I didn’t want to die in a laundry room.
I didn’t want to die in this house, but the way he looked at me made me think I would.
I would’ve stayed in there longer, but it was dark and the washer smelled rancid.
I would’ve stayed in there longer, but I could only hold my breath for 54 seconds before I got dizzy.
I didn’t want to die in a laundry room.
I didn’t want to die in this house, but the way he looked at me made me think I would.
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So, this is a new concept/genre/style for me. That means feedback is necessary for improvement1!Translation: comment!