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This place is haunted- a narrative being told. Spoken from elder's lips, passed down rungs of time- it's more than just a customary legend. Those with nerve, are able to travel up- a crooked, spiral staircase. Cracked wooden steps, creak as footsteps ascend and descend them. Some people are so weak-stomached- they fall backwards down those rickety stairs. A hutch upstairs- in cobwebbed hallways, contains padlocked secrets of departed eras. Steadier hands- can play with fire, attempting to push up- it's entrance. Their hands are inclined to be unsteady. Only those with their sense in check- should venture up to this home of "Attic Ghosts." A person must know what's in store- prior to freeing those haunted wanderers. They're known to be tricky, keeping people on their toes in tizzies. They're not crummy, just aiming to give you- willie nillies. Let this be a warning- people who make this trek might not see morning. Scared straight out of their skins- petrified from within, at things they can't and shouldn't understand.
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
The Legend of the Attic Ghosts
This place is haunted- a narrative being told. Spoken from elder's lips, passed down rungs of time- it's more than just a customary legend. Those with nerve, are able to travel up- a crooked, spiral staircase. Cracked wooden steps, creak as footsteps ascend and descend them. Some people are so weak-stomached- they fall backwards down those rickety stairs. A hutch upstairs- in cobwebbed hallways, contains padlocked secrets of departed eras. Steadier hands- can play with fire, attempting to push up- it's entrance. Their hands are inclined to be unsteady. Only those with their sense in check- should venture up to this home of "Attic Ghosts." A person must know what's in store- prior to freeing those haunted wanderers. They're known to be tricky, keeping people on their toes in tizzies. They're not crummy, just aiming to give you- willie nillies. Let this be a warning- people who make this trek might not see morning. Scared straight out of their skins- petrified from within, at things they can't and shouldn't understand.
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
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