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Mist and Smoke
Riding home on the bus tonight, I felt his eyes on me. I knew it was him, even before I glanced around the seats at my fellow passengers. Seeing him sitting on the little old woman's lap 4 benches back was no surprise. I wasn't even surprised that she was seemingly unaware of his weight on her legs. Nothing this black abomination did surprised me anymore.
By Mother Combs5 years ago in Horror
