One morning, when I was quite small, I woke up to the smell of burning. My father had lit the gas under the kettle, and put the match in the little pot on the windowsill for spent matches. He then went out of the kitchen. Unfortunately, he had not blown the match out properly – it flared up and set light
HORROR IN THE HOME
Apr 05, 2022
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