He recognizes it from when he was small, watching his mother cook. When she put the food onto the dining table, he felt proud that she had cooked the meal herself. Now it's all too real, a reminder of home. Eric sits quietly next to the bed in a small room, trying to process what just happened. The only sound is the rustling of papers. He picks up one of the documents and reads the front page. It says that the owner's death. Eric's stomach clenches violently. He doesn't want to know why, but he also wants to find someone to ask. Someone to know what just happened. He needs help. He closes the book and stares ahead at the wall, hoping that the person that will come in to save him from the madness of that house won’t be able to read his mind. Instead, he will have to talk to them, ask questions, explain why he’s here, and what exactly did happen. The idea fills him with dread. On farmland, a young boy could be seen trying to feed the horses. He was thin and frail looking, but his sm

The whole town hid inside their houses to avoid whatever creature is rampaging at night and destroying everything that comes in its parts. “Are sure are you this Frame going to take me to where I want? " Sean asked Goldberg who already lit up some candles in form of some ritual istic ritual. “Don't worry, it's all safe. We only have to make a small circle around here with these sticks and the monster will never touch us again. ” Goldberg reassured him as he sat down and started to light more candles in a circle. He looked up at him nervously, but there was something about her that seemed so… normal, almost like He was used to situations like this one. He probably had been. It seems he has been living in such horror for a few years now, what with being the only survivor of that kind of town. He wondered how old he is. “So remember anything you see is just a figment of your imagination but it will hurt” Goldberg explains once more before she starts to chant something under her

At first, he enjoyed it, he was working hard to produce food to feed his family, which included his wife and children, This particular day, however, there was a strong wind blowing in the direction of the man. The wind blew harder, making the man fall onto his knees while digging in the dirt underneath him. After a moment, the man stood up and continued working. He didn't pay attention to where the wind was coming from until there was an overwhelming force of cold air hitting him. The man was then thrown against a tree branch behind him while groaning and trying to stand up again. Suddenly, it went quiet for a second. The man's ears were ringing and he felt dizzy. Suddenly, a gust of wind hit him again, causing him to fall on his back once more. As he lay there, waiting for his vision to clear, he noticed the tree branch that hit him before. He could feel the bark of the tree against his cheek and chest. Slowly, he lifted his hand to touch the spot where it hurt but found nothing ther

After a few minutes, her mother noticed that her daughter was becoming exhausted and quickly changed the topic by saying, “Have you decided if you’re going to be joining us at the pub that night?” Sarah knew that she couldn’t answer because she didn’t have any plans for later that night. “Do you need me to come with you? Maybe we should leave tomorrow morning.”Sighing quietly, Sarah replied “Yes, please. You don’t have to come, mum.” Sarah knew that her mum had no choice but to leave tomorrow morning, but she wished that her mother could stay home for one more night. She could spend the evening with her mother and talk to her about how she was feeling, or rather, she wished that her mother would just ignore her worries and focus on herself.However, it looked as though her mother already knew exactly how she felt. Sarah knew that she couldn’t hide things from her mum, especially her feelings regarding the current situation in her relationship with her boyfriend. At the same time howe

he found himself wishing he could just stay there forever. But he knew that wasn’t an option. Eventually, his dreams would stop and he had to wake up.When morning came, he rose from his bed. He got dressed, checked his eReader one last time, making sure nothing had changed, then headed downstairs. He entered the kitchen and noticed that Mrs.Tabor was awake and sitting at the counter eating her pancakes. There was only one other person there, the young boy from yesterday. He saw his father walk up beside him and placed his hand on his shoulder.He gave his father a quick peck on the cheek. “Good morning, daddy,” he greeted.“Morning, kiddo,” he replied. He kissed him again, but it wasn’t as sweet as before, as if it were a goodbye kiss. The man glanced up at his wife and then quickly pulled back his arm.Mrs. Tabor gave him a smile and wink. Then she returned to her breakfast. The man turned back to his son. “Have you eaten?” he asked him.“Not yet, dad,” he answered.The man went o