December 1, 2010
By Anonymous

This place is haunted. Not with ghosts, or spirits, but with hurt, lies, pain, and worry. It sticks to the walls following me through every room. Keeping me on edge and slipping into my dreams in the middle of the night, waking me to cold, pure, fear. It never leaves me and never ceases to persist in it's take-over. I can't wait to leave this place.

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