Jaiden Mitchell!
A Silent House
Drip drip drip. The kitchen sink drips, and never stops. Endless shadows cast through the old curtains over the hours of the day. The boards under the carpet never creek, as no one steps on them. Cobwebs start to form in every corner. Dust piles up on all the countertops. The food in the cupboards never opened, and will go bad, not eaten. Beds are stiff and cold when no one sleeps in them. Grass over grows, and dies slowly. Hedges are never trimmed. Nothing. No one. No sounds. No life. In an empty house.
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