It was a cool fall day in the month of October. I began wondering why people pay money to go to places to be scared. As I entered the kitchen I could see the moonlight shining through the windows casting a reflection on the wall opposite. The other little girl had made her way into the room where the dead woman was laying on the bed. The chair made a creepy creaking sound when she rocked it.
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I see smiling faces but cannot hear laughter. Climber Plants grew up the house winding around the drainpipes grabbing for the little sunlight that reached this desolate place. It was an old neglected house on a side street in the oldest part of town. As my group traveled through the haunted house, we were confronted with the obvious things: coffins, fake dead people, scary workers jumping into the face of frightened customers, and who can forget the long dark maze. The storyteller did not personally experience the events in the story, but he heard the story directly from the people involved in it. There is a post that was recently put up on a Facebook group, whereby Lisa not her real name shared that her son keeps talking to someone and when asked who he is talking to, he points the window, but the lady does not see anyone.
The fact that it was pitch black didn't help matters either. After both of them left this world, the dead couple reunited back in their old place of living. Sometimes, the most wonderful smells issued from the house and filled the street with the heavenly odor of fresh baked bread. The poem, characterized by juxtaposed contrasting images, unfolds neatly and rhythmically, as if determined by the hand of Fate herself. The banisters and beams and the two beams that served as the entrance to the patio atop the steps were twisted with the same vines in the wall. They toasted each others health and drank.
It was that time that I started to change my beliefs on the supernatural. He had buried his companion and teacher three days ago. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. The windows and doors were all firmly covered as if the contents of the house were a secret. Symbolism is still essential to the poem in the final stanzas, even though the scene has changed. Blood splattering everywhere, I start too heavily bash the mouse with the toothbrush.
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