I still walk by the big house behind the fence every day. It’s empty now. My mother lived in that house with her parents and her brother. After I was born, I lived with her, but then I went to live with my dad and only visited the big house.
It’s been ten years since she called and asked me to come over. She said she was frightened. I rushed to the house but I couldn’t find her. She was behind the house. With a bullet in her head. Her brother was standing over her with a gun. Laughing.
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Wasn’t expecting that one Rosemary! Sad tale for the big house. Nicely done.
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“Bad brother. Bad. Wait. Don’t point that at me.” Bang!
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Gothic through and through. I wonder what happened before the end…
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Nasty twist i didn’t see coming. Well done.
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Thanks!
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So many questions are raised… why the 10-year gap, why the brother killed his sister…
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Such a lot going on behind the words here.
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You left me wondering why, did the brother go mad.
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Hmm, strange and brutal tale, much left untold.
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Very twisted story. I did not see that end coming.
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Is that good or bad? 🙂
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That is good.
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Wow, I certainly didn’t expect that! Absolutely brilliant.
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Thanks so much!
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Not a very nice brother.
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