The Depot Girl
Moira Tomlinson stood at the entrance of the old bus depot and asked herself, for the third time, what exactly she thought she was doing.
Stories in Erotic Horror tagged neighbors, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 23 to 28 minutes. Writers to know: The Steel Token, Harbor Season and Token of Ember. Readers usually start with “The Depot Girl” and “The Missing Groom's Map”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
Moira Tomlinson stood at the entrance of the old bus depot and asked herself, for the third time, what exactly she thought she was doing.
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