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Old House

Midnight eyes wide awake.

Curtains flicker in time with my fluttering heartbeat as

Menacing wind moans round the window frame.

Floor creaks to nobody’s tread, and

There’s nothing under the bed

If I don’t look.

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Maria

Sun 1st May 2016 20:57

ah creepy *do not look at the dark corner*

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