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Haunted Bathroom House

There will be more on Cape Cod later, but it is bedtime for all little boys who spent too much of their life on a jet.

We were allowed to use the bathroom of the old house next to the very old church while the priest talked to the bride and groom. While the bathroom was in use we could not help but to explore. With every creaky footstep we peered cautiously around the corners. We peaked through doors and kept expecting to find a pile of skeletons or some kind of long untouched bloody instruments that suggested foul play. The attic was furnished into a bedroom which was torn from the page of an 1800's orphanage where something rotten happened and for some reason or another a child's soul was inevitably left behind. That is where the poem was found.


Seething?

This is definitely going to Found.

posted by Ghengis @ 11:47 PM,

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At August 4, 2006 at 10:33 AM, Blogger My Life In Indiana has news of...

i bet the author was an old lady with lots of cats.

seething raccoon nest.

ha.

 

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