LeahBellaRose
I could feel the small scratches from their legs crawling up my skin, making it beyond itchy. It was the worst sensation I'd ever felt. It was like a thousand needles just lightly scraping the surface of my skin
The low rumble from the thunder of the storm outside registered only vaguely in my mind as I looked at the photographs and bits of paper scattered before me. As my eyes continued to adjust to the light, I held my breath. I’d heard about my grandfather being a pack rat, but I had a feeling these items were something more than just hoarded items from his past.
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