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Little girl, little girl, you have never been here before. Older sis, daddy, mommy, and you walk through the door. Little girl, little girl, this will be your new home. Your family goes one way and you go the other and roam. Little girl, little girl, you find a small room. It has a set of stairs, that makes your curiosity bloom. Little girl, little girl, run and grab you sister so you both can have fun up there. As you come back with sister in hand, you see the stairs are not here. Little girl, little girl, grow up in this house that brings a chill to your bones. Grow up and always wonder what would have happened if you went up alone.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
Ghost Story
Little girl, little girl, you have never been here before. Older sis, daddy, mommy, and you walk through the door. Little girl, little girl, this will be your new home. Your family goes one way and you go the other and roam. Little girl, little girl, you find a small room. It has a set of stairs, that makes your curiosity bloom. Little girl, little girl, run and grab you sister so you both can have fun up there. As you come back with sister in hand, you see the stairs are not here. Little girl, little girl, grow up in this house that brings a chill to your bones. Grow up and always wonder what would have happened if you went up alone.
lucy-guy
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
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