As the cold late October winder was blustering and howling I entered the palace just to see what the bugaboo was about and some where to sleep for the night until I got on my way back home.
This was going to be a long light
The dimly lit palace lit by ghostly flames in candles
I toured around but her this faint sound of a piano being played.
It was a beautiful yet creepy macabre melody like toka c minor
But creepier was I going to stay sane for the night with this horrifying music.
I knew that Anastasia loved playing the piano and violin and dancing but 18 years of life was too young to be snuffed out.
At the odd time you could here the h
Sounds of some yelling help
And it would get weaker and weaker.
As if the source was dying.
I wandered around looking for the piano to look for the yelling.
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Ghost of a Russian princess
HorrorThis the telling of the story of Anastasia's murder at the hands of Lenin and then how she kept haunting her former home the tsars place.take a journey into the creepy and ark side of Russia.
