A.B. Turner
The cold grasping fingers wrapped around my ankles, slowly dragging me down as the dark earth cracked and ripped apart leaving an open wound seeping with thick, black mucus. As the last moments of daylight were cloaked by rancid soil, the foul stench of decaying flesh filled my lungs and I knew it was over, I had been taken.
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