Once I get my pet pretties put back into their travel hat box I carefully step out onto the pavement. Haunted love is in the air and I can feel it as I step out of the carriage. The odd colored rain falls gently and I dash into the ruins as quick as I can. The…
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House of Henry’s Halloween Eve *YOUR ATTENDANCE IS REQUESTED*
Will I be remembered when I am gone? Will my ghost beautifully roam these walls and hedgerows? Will my breath follow on the breeze long after?…. Will these walls tell my story if one listens?…. My heart bleeds. My broken pieces remain scattered throughout time and space. My love still carries on…… Find me. –Love,…
