would you believe me if i'll say not all haunted houses are inhabited with ghosts? would you believe everything what i say?
the haunted house you'll see in the middle of forest is my property. my haunted house without ghosts. without ghosts, but it keeps on haunting me. every second, every minute, every hours, every day, i'll get possessed. not even a priest can stop it. not even if you flash a holy water in my body. not even if you chant some divine words. none of it will work. none of it can stop me from screaming and crying.
the tears are nonstop. so as my madness.
that house are full of frightening memories. the memories of the past is clear. broken hearts, dead dreams, tears, pains, fragmented souls, are living in that house.
i live there with sorrow.
that's why the house collapsed. too much sadness. too much mourning. i collapsed together with my negative emotions.
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