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There it sits on the mantel place were it has sat for 300 years. The old stained carpet was worn away from centuries if use. The wallpaper was pealing and a candle flickered softly from a breeze, but all the windows were tightly shut. Then a shriek can from behind me, slowly I turned around, worried about what I may see. And there it was. My worst nightmare was before me eyes, but this time it wasn't my imagination.
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