
by higghere
Jack inherits his grandmother's house with one rule: salt every doorway at 9 PM nightly. Something lurks outside—creatures with spider-like fingers, too many teeth, and impossibly wide smiles that split their faces in half. They can't cross salt. But if Jack ever forgets the ritual, they'll finally get inside.Little did he know he wasn't alone.
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