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Stuck with the Skulls

January 5, 2016
By MitchL GOLD, HARTLAND, Wisconsin
MitchL GOLD, HARTLAND, Wisconsin
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What is that stacked up against the wall?

Piles of white logs, they call me towards them.

I squint my eyes to overcome the dust.

A shadow to my right cranes my neck.

An echo bursts through the corridor.

It pushes me forward.

But I’m grabbed from behind, not by a hand.

I see myself in the hollow sockets of the skull who tripped me.

I look up to a voice with my heart in my throat.

“Hey! The catacombs close at nine, you’re going to have to
leave”



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