Uncle Endicott's Room
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- Votos 12
- Partes 1
Twelve year old Aussie kid, Jeremiah continues his encounters with the weird and spooky. He visits Aunty Ethyl and he and his cousin Jessica find an odd earthenware jar locked in the late Uncle Engicott's room.
I drew on my memories of my grandparent's farm house north of Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. Aunty Maggie's room was at the end of the hallway and I had to enter it via a window in an enclosed part of the veranda. To me, as a child, it was scary because Aunty Maggy died there.
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