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Broken glass, shattered mirror, a house with a creaky door, and with creaky floors. I could hear footsteps down the hall, but I know that I’m alone. Next then I know an object would fall, then I knew I was being haunted in my own home. I looked in the mirror and it just cracked, but nothing hit it. I’m stilling trying to gain my confidence back, trying to get past — Broken glass, shattered mirror, a house with a creaky door, and with creaky floors. But this haunting is still there, as I watched my valuable glass collection fly across the room. I knew I had to get out of there, I knew I had to get out of that house soon. As the stair creak as I leave, a hangmans noose appeared out of nowhere. My head was caught in a trap. I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t breathe. My body was lifted off the ground as I was running, with my legs still moving trying to get free, my spirit left my body, and suddenly I could breathe. No longer was I haunted by my past. I was being haunted by freedom.
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Haunted by Freedom
Broken glass, shattered mirror, a house with a creaky door, and with creaky floors. I could hear footsteps down the hall, but I know that I’m alone. Next then I know an object would fall, then I knew I was being haunted in my own home. I looked in the mirror and it just cracked, but nothing hit it. I’m stilling trying to gain my confidence back, trying to get past — Broken glass, shattered mirror, a house with a creaky door, and with creaky floors. But this haunting is still there, as I watched my valuable glass collection fly across the room. I knew I had to get out of there, I knew I had to get out of that house soon. As the stair creak as I leave, a hangmans noose appeared out of nowhere. My head was caught in a trap. I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t breathe. My body was lifted off the ground as I was running, with my legs still moving trying to get free, my spirit left my body, and suddenly I could breathe. No longer was I haunted by my past. I was being haunted by freedom.
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21/F/West Virginia
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
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