People haven't been here in years. They haven't walked through my halls, climbed my stairs. I believe it is because they fear what happened here, years ago. Some say they can still here the screams. They haven't even noticed the smell in the basement.
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The Lonesome Rock and other Poems and Shorts
PoetryWhat does a lonely rock think as it sits all alone? What does the last dandelion do as it waits to be devoured? What happened in the house on the hill?
