The Reaper | A 100 Word Story
#297 Creatures of the Night
My neighbors have all died. Dropped dead and I don’t know why. I’ve locked myself in my home. Surely, whatever is happening will pass and I can go outside. Until then, I ignore the knocks on my door.
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