by ben10-02-2013 | 10:09:17 | No Comments

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One dark, dingy night Sam was sitting by his warm, cosy fire. Sam was alone, he had been for many years, he hadn’t seen a soul for 15 years except for his dog and horse, who lay in the wooden stable. He was just going to bed when a fierce hiss like a ready teapot sreamed at the front door another answered its call further away. Fear crept into Sam’s heart like frost creeping down a trees branch… the minutes passed and when hope started to push back into his mind the door creaked open… out of the blue… strode a demon.

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