Ocupation: Author
Life: b. February 16, 1973
Birthday: February 16
The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up. There was a thing in it. The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human hand...but what it was now was fuzzy and putrid. A minute later, Ginny was down the stairs, out the door, and gone.
topic: Animal, Doors, Hands, Busted, Human Hands