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Death

Continuation of Curse-

MandADottie14

~Dom's POV~

I got out of the car, stretching. Helping Merica wasn't bad -actually fun-, but the drive was a different story.

I turned around as I heard the other door shut. Eric put the coffee cups on the roof, yawning.

"Why did we move here?"

"Because....honestly I forgot."

"In case of shit happening, so no-one calls the police?"

"Yeah.."

Pulling out my keys, I go towards the house, until Eric called out.

"Dom, stop!"

I turn back towards him, slightly irritated.

"What?"

"Why is the house dark?" Looking back, I realize all the lights are off- even the front door light.

"Maybe... Peter went to bed?"

"No. More probably Peter saw a demonic ritual and is attempting it." Eric walked next to me, holding out my coffee. I grab it and take a sip, before spitting it out. "What the fuck?!"

"What? Was there something in it?"

"No, it tasted like someone just put a bunch of pennies in their hand and dumped them in here."

"Pennies?"

"Closest thing I could think of."

Eric used one hand, and grabbed my coffee, taking a drink himself. It wasn't long before he spat it out.

"Eugh-"

"See?"

"-it tastes like blood!"

"Blood?"

I stare at the cup, while Eric pulled off the cap. "Light?"

I pull out my phone, slipping my keys back into my pocket, before flicking up the control center and hitting the flashlight option.

Shining the light in the cup, I let out a small cry, feeling nauseous quickly.

A severed tongue floated in the middle of the coffee.

It took a second longer for it to recognize with Eric, and he flung the cup away, letting out a small shriek.

"What the hell?! Last time we ever stop at a old coffee shop-"

"It wasn't there before, Eric."

"What? What do you mean by that?"

"Eric, I was drinking from that during most of the ride."

"....." Eric looked back up at the house, which was still dark.

"Wait....where's Dottie at?" He asked suddenly. I looked back at him. "How does that have anything to do with the current situation?"

"Because....

















































































...I don't know if Dottie had left her room, much less leave the house."

{{{take it-}}}

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