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The Shadows on the Walls

Shadows on the wall. That’s all they were. Kevin could almost believe it. Shadows of children, playing with hockey sticks and baseball bats. They didn’t dance in the flickering firelight. They didn’t move with him along the walls of the broken-down school. They didn’t.

He could almost believe it.

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The Greenhouse, Part 2

Thomas tapped his watch for the thousandth time that night. His eyes were red and sore. The lack of sleep was preying on him.

 

Three AM. It would be hours yet before the Ravers began to calm down. He could hear them just outside the closet, shrieking and crashing about. The door had held firm long enough that they were starting to lose interest in him. At least, that’s what Thomas hoped.

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