Shack On The Cliff

The sunlight reflected of the rusty tin roof right into my eyes while I was strolling along the footpath. A faint

sneer was coming from the bushes next to the road and before I had a chance to defend myself a skinny

white dog was standing on top of my me as tough it had won a fight. I could smell an old wet aroma coming

from the dog and saw that it had no collar. After examining the dog it began to drag me towards the shack

placed at the edge of the cliff. Everything was still, not a movement from the house. Gradually things began

to move; Almost in a creepy way. Something suddenly jumped out at me and…

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