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Abel’s Yards and Gardens had dealt with patchy, half-dead lawns countless times before, but none quite like this.

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How could he have known that the gnarled limb of the ancient oak would snap at that moment; that she would step directly into its path?

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The house sang a song with the katydids, to which wandering strangers were drawn.

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The house on the hill held them close.

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There she was—frail and still—in the belly of the cellar, covered in a sickly sweet perfume.

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The heft of him dug furrows into the brittle stretch from the back door to the wood’s edge.

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She followed the trail of blood that had riven the dusty earth at the rear of the barn.

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The house was trying to kill him.

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Today, she spoke to her hydrangeas like she always did, but with venom in her voice.

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The mushrooms were hailed as our salvation as they gorged themselves on our wreaking mountains of apathy and nihilism.

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Title	Upvotes	Subreddit	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Abel’s Yards and Gardens had dealt with patchy, half-dead lawns countless times before, but none quite like this.	5	TwoSentenceHorror
How could he have known that the gnarled limb of the ancient oak would snap at that moment; that she would step directly into its path?	5	TwoSentenceHorror
The house sang a song with the katydids, to which wandering strangers were drawn.	5	TwoSentenceHorror
The house on the hill held them close.	5	TwoSentenceHorror
There she was—frail and still—in the belly of the cellar, covered in a sickly sweet perfume.	5	TwoSentenceHorror
The heft of him dug furrows into the brittle stretch from the back door to the wood’s edge.	5	TwoSentenceHorror
She followed the trail of blood that had riven the dusty earth at the rear of the barn.	5	TwoSentenceHorror
The house was trying to kill him.	5	TwoSentenceHorror
Today, she spoke to her hydrangeas like she always did, but with venom in her voice.	5	TwoSentenceHorror
The mushrooms were hailed as our salvation as they gorged themselves on our wreaking mountains of apathy and nihilism.	4	TwoSentenceHorror