An Empty House
By Cwm
Once there was a house, so filled with life, its now nothing more, but coldly,deathly, grasp of fate. Bright lights, surrounded its door, but now its decease,forever more. Now the door, is just dimmed, with shade from a moon, barely sheding its rays,on the house. The three bedrooms, now remain solitude, only once and a while, are visited by stained blood! Blood that was released, and flooded the floors. The bathrooms, are too,cursed, with just remains, of scorned sicken vomit. These pleagues, lead to an empty house, forever cursed, and unknown, as too, are its anonymous deaths!A quick image of a haunted house. :) Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 05:52 AM PST 0 • 1
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