I can hear them scraping the door up the stairs. I can hear their moanings and breathing. They've eaten everyone else in the house but me. But I'm next. I know when they come down, they'll poor down the stairs breaking dead bones and create a wave of decay that I can't swim. Will they back me into a corner before they get me? There's no way out
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