Weeping In The Willows

Weeping In The Willows

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Paranormal
There's been laughing, crying, and anger all around. But there has only been one bound. It's been more then 150 years since someone has swung on me. It's very cold and rainy out here. I'm scared, your the only one who can save me. That doll in the old wooden rocking chair is for you, her name is Rollie. She'll guide you to me, follow her instructions or one by one they will go down.
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In my nightmares I am trapped on a mental ward. I can't move my hands without feeling the restriction of the straps. My head is as clear, no trace of the "madness." I strain against the black polyester with every ounce of strength and still I can't budge. My back hurts right to the base of my spine. Saliva is pooling in the back of my mouth. The staff have gone. I am alone. My heart pounds, ready to explode; my eyes scan left and right for signs of someone coming to help. No-one. Worn green curtains hang limp on flaking chrome rings and though the gap passers by pay me no attention at all.

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