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Top 10 Books October 2020

Top 10 Books October 2020

Afternoon everyone!

October 2020, I Hope You're Listening, Versailles of the Dead, Final Girl, Top 10, Manga, Graphic Novels, Children's Books, Adult Fiction, Warning Tape, Leg, Swords, Dress, Flashlight, Purple, Forest, Night, Red, Girl

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Review for Het Huis Zonder Einde

Review for Het Huis Zonder Einde

Het Huis Zonder Einde, Daniëlle Bakhuis, Gold, Brown, Mirror, Hallway, Ghost, Shadow, Mystery, Urban Legends, Horror, Halloween, Spooky, Mental Health, Young Adult“En dan lost de spiegel op.
Het is alsof de spiegel niet uit glas bestond, maar uit mist die plots in de lucht verdampt.
Alleen de sierlijke bronzen lijst blijft hangen.
Aan de andere kant staat een klein meisje op blote voeten in een mouwloos wit jurkje. Dikke zwarte haren hangen als gordijnen voor haar gezicht.
‘Dag Samira.'”

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Top 10 Books April 2020

Top 10 Books April 2020

Afternoon all,

Beauty, Nancy Ohlin, Bunnies on the Bus, Hot Milk, Top 10, April

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Top 10 Halloween Books 2016 Edition

Top 10 Halloween Books 2016 Edition

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Special Halloween Countdown Quote 2016 (5 Nights Left, Bloody Mary is Coming For You) ~ Mary Unleashed

Special Halloween Countdown Quote 2016 (5 Nights Left, Bloody Mary is Coming For You) ~ Mary Unleashed

24396989The hand plunging through the glass. Nails rending flesh, blood rising hot and thick and smelling like copper. Mud and the stench of decay as she heaves herself across the glass barrier. Snarling, her upper lip curved, a tendril of yellow spittle dribbling down her chin. The slits of nostrils flaring as she catching her prey’s scent.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Say Her Name

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Say Her Name

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Drip, drip, drip.
Drip, drip, drip.
Drip, drip, drip.
This was really starting to get on her nerves. Taylor Keane tightened the kitchen tap with all her might, even using a tea towel to gain a better grip, but the relentless dripping continued. Where was it coming from? Leaning over the sink, she twisted the handle and threw the window open, snaking her arm through the opening and into the balmy night air. She held out her open palm, It wasn’t even spitting.
The strangest was, wherever she went in the house the volume of the drip remained consistent, like it was following her around. She may well have snoozed through Physics, but she was pretty certain that wasn’t possible.