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I snook through the window and settled on the floor A cold icy draft floated under the door Footsteps walked above me and voices talked in the night Fear became my ally as I anticipated a fright I edged to the stairs and climbed them one by one It appeared the ghosts of yesterday wanted me gone On a dark landing a light shone up ahead The reality of seeing spooks was filling me with dread I creaked open the door and the light illuminated my eyes Rumours say unhappiness means the spirit never dies The room was cold and empty as dust hung in the air These phantoms were playing games and I was trapped in their lair Walking to the stairs my chest began to feel tight At the bottom of the stairwell stood a girl all in white I woke on the garden lawn wriggling in pain From that day onwards I was never the same again
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
The Empty house
I snook through the window and settled on the floor A cold icy draft floated under the door Footsteps walked above me and voices talked in the night Fear became my ally as I anticipated a fright I edged to the stairs and climbed them one by one It appeared the ghosts of yesterday wanted me gone On a dark landing a light shone up ahead The reality of seeing spooks was filling me with dread I creaked open the door and the light illuminated my eyes Rumours say unhappiness means the spirit never dies The room was cold and empty as dust hung in the air These phantoms were playing games and I was trapped in their lair Walking to the stairs my chest began to feel tight At the bottom of the stairwell stood a girl all in white I woke on the garden lawn wriggling in pain From that day onwards I was never the same again
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
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