Curse of the Hallow Moon
“A ghostly normal. Probably, my daughter would be a vampire sucking people’s blood.”
“They’re not bad unless they are greeted by a werewolf, then they are the greatest predators.”
“Will it look like Matt?”
“Possible. It keeps on changing its appearance.”
With the clonks halted, they ceased the chatter. A man appeared, his cologne possessing the power to annihilate, crammed the room. In its impact, Heather clamped her nose controlling her sneeze, so as not to alert the walking dead towards herself. His face is still a mask of a known tragedy she must face at the hands of the completely unintroduced enemy.
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