Sunday, December 30, 2012

100 Words a Day 142

The expansive house was filled with the odor of death. It didn’t make sense. There was only one body and it was in the refrigerator. It was fresh and shouldn’t be responsible for the overwhelming smell.

Simpsons made his way through the house, looking for the source of the odor. He stood in the foyer after having finished searching the house for a second time and finding nothing. On a hunch, he went to the hall closet. He tapped on the walls, listening. He went back through the house, exploring the closets. In the kitchen, he found a secret door.

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