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No one had told the newer tenants that the dead would be given votes, and they were in an uproar: it wasn’t legal; it wasn’t fair; it was creepy.
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23700
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"The house was the site where Kelt parents...were murdered in the spring of 1942..."
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21600
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Whatever that meant, however such a thing could have happened, the house, the place, the whole property...did have that feeling: remote and silent, austere as a tomb of the unknown.
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85711
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Writers, in general, enjoy the solitude that their profession allows, or more precisely, requires. I consider myself a member of that generalized group, along with a more exclusive club of writers who also tolerate an occasional…
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19200
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"I was alone on the driveway in the middle of the darkening woods."
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39540
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I mentally sing '70s sitcom theme songs because it's impossible to be afraid while humming Welcome Back, Kotter.
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62900
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“Follow me,” he said. “They’re on the other side of the island. There’s nothing on this side. People—normal people—don’t live around here.”
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21500
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Something had woken me, but I wasn’t sure what—all I knew was that I had been pulled from sleep by something loud and sudden, and now I was lying awake, alert and unsettled, in the otherwise silent room.
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26000
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My voice sounded as empty and useless as I’d felt the night before, seeing her, bloody and battered, in the bathroom across the hall from my room.
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26311
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I picked my way down one of the stone staircases, where the broken stone urns wept weeds and shreds of bird’s nests onto the landings...
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15900
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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Saving your life,” said the man. “Probably.”
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22600
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There, just below my knee, was a dark brown leech, fat as a battery, with a cuff of blood seeping out from its burrowing head.
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15100
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“We hear things all the time over here,” she said. “Coming through the trees, coming from that place.”
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Didn't Max Perkins die, like they said?
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