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by ember
Rated: E · Script/Play · Horror/Scary · #2150954
Entering the old Caithers house, Gemma was unprepared for what she would find
Adjusting the strap of her heavy bag on shoulder, gemma made her down the street as the rays of sun painted the early morning sky. Tears welled in her eyes, she can't remember the last time she saw her friends and family.

Car after car passed by her without stopping as the sun rose higher, making it hotter. Completely exhausted from the heat, Gemma sat down against a shade tree, on a cemeteries lawn. To rest and cool off. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a bottle of hot water. Taking a dirty shirt out of her bag she wiped the sweat off her face, then took a sip of water.

Sighing loftily, Gemma stare thoughtfully across the street at a dirt road hidden by overgrown grass and weeds. She must've sleepy, yawning she rested her head against the tree and her eyes slowly drifted shut. She was awakened by horn honking, blinking she noticed it was getting dark.

Getting to her feet, she grabbed her bag and headed across the street and down the road, the weeds and grass brushing against her pant leg.
The stars slowly started coming out, and the moon began to rise, letting a cool breeze blow.

Rocks and twigs crunched underneath Gemma's feet as she made her way down the road. Rounding the bend in the road and continued on, inhaling the scent of the cedar trees lining both sides of the road.

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