First of all it was the furniture, all draped in white linen sheets, every room; and not a sound. It was when I stepped outside that I realised the seriousness of the situation. The garden was likewise draped: the rosebushes, the buddleia, even the apple tree. I took my bearings; steadied myself. I saw that the gravestones in the churchyard nextdoor were similarly shrouded; the parked cars in the street also. It was soon clear the same applied to the rooftops in the village and to the hills beyond. All draped in sheets of white linen. And not a sound.
ALEX B
20/5/2022 07:44:04 am
I love it I hope The children make a white linen man or woman
Lynn Messing
21/5/2022 04:06:51 am
Spooky!
Sue Clayton
21/5/2022 07:20:31 am
This is eerily engaging and begs for more information. Comments are closed.
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