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You peer through the keyhole, only to find another eye staring right back at you. Your mouth snaps open to let out a shriek, but something knocks the scream out of you.

Left gasping for air, you raise a shaking hand to the brass knob. You grasp on tight... So tight that your knuckles have turned a ghostly white. Slowly the door creaks open and you stagger into the room.

The only source of light in the room is an ancient candle. Its dull flame flickers in and out of existence. In the corner of the room you spy a garden gnome. To your utter most horror it becomes animated and starts towards you.




There's a groan of metal as it open its mouth to talk to you. "Pick a branch," it groans in a metallic voice.

The End

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