Jenny sings in the laundry room. The machines are running, though they're empty. The strip lights in the ceiling flicker coldly. The floor is clean and shiny. But it never completely washed out, really. There is so much blood, when you stab someone to death. Even someone as short and dainty as Jenny. That was exactly one year ago. No one understood why.
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Jenny Sings in the Laundry Room
HorrorJenny sings in the laundry room. She always has, as far as her neighbors know. If she did before she moved in, they can't know of course. Jenny is a bit difficult to speak to. I originally wrote this in Swedish back when I was in university. This i...
