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The Haunted House
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The Haunted House |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The gray old mansion was a nesting place for pigeons, its secret doors the domicile of spiders, its winding staircase decorated by cobwebs. It filled our summers with old age and imagination. We rang the bell and ran, delicious fear a game, and dared each other to peek inside dirty windows. At night we’d swear we saw a face peeking from the upstairs window, that sneered until even our shadows ran from one another. Gone now decrepit splendor and all the stories you told us locked inside the doors of childhood. Echoes of once was have given way to low slung concrete. But, I remember. In my dreams I still ring the bell and run. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Wonderful imagination of childhood! Keep dreaming! ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Wonderful imagery...well done!! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Thanks and Boo! Never forget the ghosty in the closet of childhood |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ AND ... this will make a good repost just prior to Halloween~  *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
From the archives of Martiesque~ A splendor of a write dear lady~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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