Today's OneWord: Torch
"It's dark in here."
"Can't see a bloody thing."
"Who's got the torch?"
I passed it to her. She flicked it on, and instantly, the room was filled with orange light. Nearby, we would see a few chairs, a couch, a grandfather clock. We didn't know where the creaking was coming from? The walls? The door we had opened up to get in?
"Damn," I muttered, shrugging at the rest of the group, "doesn't seem like any ghosts are here."
"Can't see a bloody thing."
"Who's got the torch?"
I passed it to her. She flicked it on, and instantly, the room was filled with orange light. Nearby, we would see a few chairs, a couch, a grandfather clock. We didn't know where the creaking was coming from? The walls? The door we had opened up to get in?
"Damn," I muttered, shrugging at the rest of the group, "doesn't seem like any ghosts are here."
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