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WARNING: CONTAINS INFLATION. ENTER AT YOUR PERIL! Candice clattered in her heels up the weed strewn path of the house at the end of the street. Overhead thunder rumbled and a cold October wind blew through the holes in her fishnet tights. All her friends were too chicken to knock on the door of number 13 but Candice wasn't afraid. There was a light on in the hall and she could see one of the upstairs curtains twitching, someone watching the girl dressed as a sexy pumpkin climb the steps to the rickety front porch. CRASH*CRASH Candice slammed the heavy knocker into the mouldy front door. The brass number 13 shone in the moonlight. The echoes
This one comes from a request by TheJackal11 for a plugged up theme. This one's based loosely on a real life experience of mine
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That was a delightful read. Certainly is a bit naughtier than usual, but the descriptions are fantastic. I like that idea of pressure being created, and then released, until there is some kind of blockage and it just builds and builds and builds