Rainy Night in Grayson This was the night of rain. The town of Grayson cursed this storm. For in Grayson rain comes in the form of blood. The constant crimson rainfall had tinted the town a rusty red tone. There was a slight smell and taste of copper in the air, when the storms were bad, small chunks of rotten flesh falls, pelting the windows. The blood rain had dried and caked around gutters, gutters, and drains all over the town of Grayson. When the sky dripped blood over Grayson, the town shut down. And tonight the town of Grayson was getting the worst rain yet. Blood was falling in sheets and bits of flesh fell like hail. The wind howled as if in pain. Toni
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