The Left Yard
The fog is so thick you can only see
a few feet in front of you. You keep
walking but keep getting the feeling
that someone or something is following you.
You finally get hold of yourself and
start running for the back of the house.
Don't trip while running in high heeled
maribou mules like they do in the movies...teehee
You are running like the wind and all of a
sudden you are falling into a dark deep hole
ok, so it is only 3 feet deep but it is getting
your woofermom sequin tubetop dirty.
You climb up out of the hole.. hole??
that looks like a grave. Yikes.. it is
a grave. You start running again and then
a hand grabs you from behind...
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