Tag: Inktober
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Inktober: Run
Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Maybe I should have stayed in that other room, the one with the huge spider-thingy that was emerging from behind the tall clock. In this room there’s some gloopy something-or-other running down the wall from a crack near to the ceiling, into the skirting board. Just there……
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Inktober: Gigantic
#Inktober. Day Ten. October 10th. The chiming of the old grandfather clock has caused me to spin around again. It’s not eleven o’clock yet is it? Surely not! I think the time must be wrong. And eek! That looks like a gigantic spider creeping out from behind the clock. It can’t be its shadow… where’s…
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Inktober: Screech
#Inktober. Day Nine. October Nine. Found the culprit of the clatter… as soon as the door opened a startled cat made itself known. For a second, until it darted at top speed out through the door and along the hallway. It vanished… but all of the other doors were closed…
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Inktober: Crooked
October 8th. Day 8. #Inktober. I have no idea where the noises keep coming from in this room. We are the only ones in here. The curtains over the window jeep bellowing out on their own accord, and there is definitely a sound of breathing coming from in the room. And there’s a painting on…
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Inktober: Shy
#Inktober 2017. October 7. Day 7. We’re still in the room with the sword, somewhere in Swift Manor. I swiftly turned around after hearing breathing behind me, but nobody was there, just the curtains blowing in the gale force wind coming through the broken window. Howling through, in fact. Most odd. Perhaps the breathing was…
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