The garage

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In a garage, sat a fridge. The fridge smelled horribly of rotten flesh, almost like a piece of steak had been left there for what seemed like a year, flies buzzing around the door. In the fridge sat a head, a head with maggots crawling in and out of the nose and mouth. A head which contained mites, maggots and other bugs. The neck, cut off raggedly from the rest of the body. The blood, leaking onto the shelves of the fridge, dried and cold. The head's eyes, completely dried out; the eyelids mutilated and cut off. The eyes stay in a state of shock and terror. The rest of the body sat in a cupboard, rotting away slowly from the brisk winter air. Maggots and flies, burrowing into the skin.

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