Gingerbread Kisses by Thomas Burton

The nightmare house is derelict and silent now. Its sugar-pane windows stare blindly through cataracts of cobwebs, damp patches blossoming like liver spots across its crumbling gables. No one home. But my hand still trembles as I push open the door, which wobbles like a rotten tooth in its warped candy-cane frame. The last time... Continue Reading →

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