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SpookTober - Cleo on a hunt
This spooky season, Katy introduces her VIP guests their enchanted shadow mirrors. They look closely and realize that their reflection reveals some horrific image and background. For example, Cleo sees her reflection as a normal delivery girl, but she was about to witness her ungrateful past self that she wished that she never wanted to remember.
The Past House
Cleo Potter revved her motorcycle to life, the engine purring beneath her as she straddled the powerful machine. Her long red hair fluttered in the breeze as she adjusted her grip on the handlebars, the sleeves of her crimson trench coat riding up to reveal her toned, tattooed arms. She was a picture of fiery determination, the kind of woman who could handle anything thrown her way. The setting sun painted the sky with strokes of gold and purple, casting a warm glow on her tight purple tee shirt that clung to her fit frame, leaving little to the imagination.
Pulling up to the quaint one-story house, she checked the delivery address again. The place looked like it hadn’t seen a party since the '80s, but who was she to judge? Maybe they were going for that vintage vibe. The basket of food was warm and heavy in her arms, filled with the mouthwatering aromas of the Rebba Red Diner’s finest dishes. She could hear the sizzle of the freshly cooked meats and the faint clank of silverware as she balanced it with one hand and took out her phone with the other to call the customer.
The phone rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. She frowned, feeling a tickle of unease at the back of her neck. That’s odd, she thought. The order was pretty specific, and the payment had gone through without a hitch. She decided to give it one more try. This time, the phone rang out into the quiet evening air, the only sound echoing through the empty streets. No answer. With a shrug, she pocketed her phone and approached the door. On her third attempt of knocking on the front door, it opened by itself, realizing that it was left unlocked. "Ok, fine, I'll just go in and...see if anyone's in here?" she muttered to herself. The door swung open to reveal a hallway that was eerily quiet and still. The walls were lined with old family photos, their eyes seemingly following her as she cautiously stepped inside.
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The Past House
Cleo Potter revved her motorcycle to life, the engine purring beneath her as she straddled the powerful machine. Her long red hair fluttered in the breeze as she adjusted her grip on the handlebars, the sleeves of her crimson trench coat riding up to reveal her toned, tattooed arms. She was a picture of fiery determination, the kind of woman who could handle anything thrown her way. The setting sun painted the sky with strokes of gold and purple, casting a warm glow on her tight purple tee shirt that clung to her fit frame, leaving little to the imagination.
Pulling up to the quaint one-story house, she checked the delivery address again. The place looked like it hadn’t seen a party since the '80s, but who was she to judge? Maybe they were going for that vintage vibe. The basket of food was warm and heavy in her arms, filled with the mouthwatering aromas of the Rebba Red Diner’s finest dishes. She could hear the sizzle of the freshly cooked meats and the faint clank of silverware as she balanced it with one hand and took out her phone with the other to call the customer.
The phone rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. She frowned, feeling a tickle of unease at the back of her neck. That’s odd, she thought. The order was pretty specific, and the payment had gone through without a hitch. She decided to give it one more try. This time, the phone rang out into the quiet evening air, the only sound echoing through the empty streets. No answer. With a shrug, she pocketed her phone and approached the door. On her third attempt of knocking on the front door, it opened by itself, realizing that it was left unlocked. "Ok, fine, I'll just go in and...see if anyone's in here?" she muttered to herself. The door swung open to reveal a hallway that was eerily quiet and still. The walls were lined with old family photos, their eyes seemingly following her as she cautiously stepped inside.
Full Story Here...
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https://aboutpeterbasket.carrd.co/
High Definition pictures are available exclusively on Patreon.
DISCRIMINATION:
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Violators will be severely reported to the authorities and banned!
DO NOT DARE to copy or reuse my artwork unless permitted and properly credited.
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