I Faked My Infection To Survive the Manor
Just as I was about to set the tray down, the door opened again.
Chloe walked in.
I froze. The tray in my hands began to shake violently. The memories from last night flooded back: Chloe pinned to the ground, the black fungus, those empty eyes...
"Miss, I've come to do your hair," Chloe said, her voice as flat as ever.
She started toward the vanity, pulling a silver-backed brush from a drawer. But as she passed me, she stopped and turned to look at me. Her eyes held an unsettling glint, like a predator sizing up its prey.
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