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as i walked into the cold and eerie room the empty-minded people stared at the tv not noticing that a visitor has arrived. i walk toward my grandfather who doesn't recognize me anymore, instead he calls me by his daughters name. i notice a strange lady walking toward me and i stop in my tracks. she holds my elbow, brings her face toward my ear and whispers "the devils in the chesterfield" as she points toward the couch that is being occupied, and then continues to walk away as if nothing happened. i feel a chill down my spine as i greet my grandfather. the room became haunted the more i visited.
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Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 5:08 AM UTC
haunting home
as i walked into the cold and eerie room the empty-minded people stared at the tv not noticing that a visitor has arrived. i walk toward my grandfather who doesn't recognize me anymore, instead he calls me by his daughters name. i notice a strange lady walking toward me and i stop in my tracks. she holds my elbow, brings her face toward my ear and whispers "the devils in the chesterfield" as she points toward the couch that is being occupied, and then continues to walk away as if nothing happened. i feel a chill down my spine as i greet my grandfather. the room became haunted the more i visited.
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Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 5:08 AM UTC
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