WITH A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM

With an audible crash, The dresser employed, The mantle dress slid pass the horizon, The three dishes of new food and water vanished, Into the wall of the closet behind where they sat? The screaming still gave me no release, I could not see who was doing it, I got more and angry, Then itContinue reading “WITH A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM”

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