Meeting the Committee
Most of them were dealing with their own lives. To them, darkness was a threat, but what’s far from the unknown is creepier than the thing they’re experiencing right now. Hannah and the Butcher were going to the Committee Hall to find the secret door that the child was able to recognize. The path was a blood bath and the child was holding unto the man’s shirt. “Are we there, yet?” Mr. Butch asked. They have passed the bridge and now they stood still, mesmerizing the building. An eerie scenery engulfed the place, making Mr. Butch took several, fretful gulps. “Yep. We’re here.” Hannah stated. “Are we still…going to knock on the door?” The man asked her. Hannah stared at the door and the knob. She shook her head. “No need to knock, Mr. Butch. I’m quite sure modesty is inappropriate for
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