She raced around the corner and hid in the wall cupboard. She could smell dusty towels that hadn’t been used in years. There was a large spider next to Annabelle’s head, but it didn’t bother it in the slightest. It would make a god snack but she was to scared out of her wits to be hungry.
“ANNABELLE!” a loud voice came from the kitchen. “Annabelle! Get your ass in the kitchen right now!”
Annabelle pressed herself against the far wall. There was only one person that could turn this dangerous, mass-murdering, basket-case of a virus into a terrified heap of... stuff. Blacklight goo....
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