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Nightmare.
I am walking up the steps to this old victorian house.Brown paint pelling, wood rot. Steps cracked and leaning at crazy angels. As I approch the front door, it opens by its self slowly. The inside of the door is coated with six inches of ice. steam from the ice is pouring out the front door so that you can hardly see inside but, as it clears, everything inside is coated with thick layers of cold, blue ice, and I know that if I step inside, the door will swing shut and I will die in there.
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