there was this gorgeous house. white. open.
you owned it. well, you lived there.
rumor said it was possessed; you doubted the rumors.
your friends were there.
something odd was in the air.
the presence was eerie. frightening, even.
no one cared.
the neighbor brought over two fifty cent pieces.
these were the telltale signs of a wicked house.
I told you. you still wouldn't leave. I tried pulling you with me.
you stayed behind.
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