The Haunted Nursery

The Haunted Nursery

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Horror
Eight year old Lisa Scott's parents died when she was seven and before they died her father gave her a doll and she named it Rosie because her parents called her their little pink rose. Lisa was put in an orphanage with two very nice ladies to take care of them. Lisa was very shy and had no friends until one day when a little blond girl named Emily decided to play with her. They became best friends. All the kids were playing when they decided to go up the long staircase for an adventure were stopped by one of the ladies named Lizzie or Elizabeth. Emily and Lisa sneaked up the stairs and found a bunch of toys, and meet a new friend.
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(Prequel to Clair de Lune) "We're born to believe the opposite of different is normal, and vice versa. Well, I'm the opposite of both." I lost my parents just before my fifteenth birthday. The circumstances were deemed accidental and it was swept under the rug. Truth is, someone covered up the whole situation and I was sent somewhere I knew no one would find me. I was swept under the rug too. Critter Ridge Orphanage is an old building placed in the pines somewhere in the state of New Jersey, run by a kindly woman and housing a family of others like me. Boys and girls all different in their own aspects. They didn't like me and I didn't like them, which was fine. Miss Huld, the owner, seemed to like me enough and that was all I needed. Things changed, though. They found a dead body on our property and everyone scrambled to lock the doors and bar the windows. The normal kids at school all started to edge away from us, from me in particular. They called us witches and devil worshippers. They were scared they might be next. I couldn't keep my nose out of where it didn't belong and then everyone was involved in the mystery. There's ghosts around every corner in this house, and if we don't figure out what's wrong here, we might just become the next ones.

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