Living in a Haunted House

by Stephanie   Jun 17, 2009


The outside looks very real,as if i can taste the warm,jubilant scent of the summer breeze and yet i'm living in a haunted house black birds the color darkness,the color of this whole fricken house flap thier desolated wings.no life breathes in this haunted house,nothing but darkness.the only ghost that is here is the same ghost i see for many years.each step you take in this house leads you to a manic depression,so imagine me living here

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