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by Unknown2Thyself Feb 4, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
In this haunting forest, there is a river. Which has no water, instead it is filled with blood. Blood from the people, who were murdered. Their skeletons hang, blowing back and forth in the trees. With each little breeze, you can hear their screams. You hear their moans of misery, in the middle of the night. When everyone in the village is asleep, the skeletons come alive. They walk through the village, finding the ones that murdered them. They drag them from there beds, and bring them back to the forest. Adding more blood to the blood river, and more skeletons to the trees.