Adult Fiction

The House on Maple Ave

They went by the house every day. The house had long since abandoned. Sometimes, she could be seen standing expressionless amidst the front yard’s overgrown lawn. She never said anything. She never moved until one day, someone entered the yard and touched her. Their soul now belonged to her and she would be coming to collect it.

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