INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I stood in the doorstep of the house. It was old and it moaned in the wind. I walked up the old steps hoping to get out of the cold wind. At the top of the steps the door swung open. 1
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STORY #1 (4 tweets, 2 participants)

I stood in the doorstep of the house. It was old and it moaned in the wind. I walked up the old steps hoping to get out of the cold wind. At the top of the steps the door swung open. 1I turned and saw the corpse of a man who had been murdered. A large black stain on the wall and a small pool of blood. I was 2about to turn around when the old man stopped me. 'What is it?' He asked as I looked at him questioningly. 'I...I don't know, I don't 3know what to say.' I said. He gave me a reassuring smile. 4

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