Ghost House

Silence echoedthrough the hall;where laughteronce lived. Creaky pipes,accompany thatdusty mildew smell.Faint voicesto be heard;cold chillsclimb my spine. A mirror dressedwith cob webs,adorn the entryway. Foot steps heard runningup the worn staircase.My hand pulled,I turnWhat the.. Ghost House.

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