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━━━ THE SOUND OF ANTIQUE CUSHIONED CHAIRSscraping along the ground filled the empty room, the wooden floorboards being slowly coated in scuff marks as the spiders that hung on the cobwebs watched with beady, judgemental eyes.
The room was furnished with a lot of chairs, most of them positioned next to windows or near the fireplace, all set out for the ghosts that called the Bennett Witch House their home. It had slowly been renovated over the week with the help of a new warlock friend I had made whilst doing a favour for him in New Orleans just days beforehand.
The floorboards had been replaced, the dust had been disturbed and it was now a habitable place—my new home. There was a mattress on the ground, one that had been used by my friend, and the only thing left was to rid the place of spiders.
