Atop the old creaky stairway stood a dark ghostly child whose eyes were filled with disdain and rage. I could feel her anger. We were not wanted here. She was insisting we leave or our fate would be sealed for us.
*This mash-up and the small excerpt above were inspired by a reoccurring dream my sister has been having about a haunted house we grew up in.*
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