Frozon Manor/Second Floor



 Frozon Manor

Second Floor

The Meeting hall is filled with screams and the carpet stained with blood. A small, slightly-melted telephone rest in near a window. Light slices through the thick dust cloud from a gaping hole in the wall. The house shakes and on the floor above, someone falls to the ground with a thud. Shreds of burning wallpaper falls through the air, singing ends of hair and skin.

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