Horror House

The moonlight glistened on the white satin bustier she wore under her cloak

Damian Clarke
Nov 1 · 3 min read

“You need to get some sweets on the way home, in case there are any trick-or-treaters tomorrow night.”

“I’m way ahead of you darling — I got them on the weekend.”

Mars bars should do the trick, I had thought, and our emergency supply of fun-sized Mars bars is a little low, so I’ll get two bags. One to replenish supplies and one for the trick-or-treaters.

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Damian Clarke

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I’m a writer and publisher working in Sydney, Australia and London, UK. I specialise in finance, technology, insurance, property, medicine and sustainability.

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