I am excited returning home enjoying reunion, grips and hugs finally ending to union us two, with my cousin a time to relate apart a vision.
Lips smack walking to travel the closest store, coming both to an old shack aside a tar road, recall a pack of people then in the small house.
Low room completely reaching top very filled, slowing upon aspects seen gloom we to talk, used as a barn storing this home being doom.
Glass shows new hay inside all stored therein, blocking windows the bails lay piled all to top, routed this pathway to a door cut to move one.
This store to leave us in a pitch dark pal seen, cleaving in the night it lark unseen cores there, remembering the gore had laughs hark at a pit.
House abrupt pop up appearance we to stop, shine out of windows bright beams, plays in pounds sound it of hop music it an active party.
Cousin picks up stone given immediate action, in palm a rock fraction, hurling this small part a factor sent out to get any feedback reaction.
Pebble into the dark pit striking the top tin roof, struck this stone hard bangs heard hit ringing, pounds a bit stopping the house given events.
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Author Notes
Ghosts or aliens act of endurance occurrence not certain, maybe you to face angels in a true account, encouraging soul enters their space.
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