Alex 100WC – Week 7

Stars shone in the picturesque night sky. As I crept further into the heavily forested area that the town called haunted, my scents began to play with me. I could not believe the smell. It smelt of death and rot and as I got closer my late night decisions started to seem not so great. It was already early morning but the dense canopy of the trees blocked any light from entering. A clearing opened up in front of me and the source of the stench became known. A decomposing deer lay still on the ground, shotgun wound surrounded with dry, crisp blood. Death was long gone.

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