martes, 13 de octubre de 2009

It was dark
It was a cold, dark evening
The cold, dark evening was one that chilled the spirit
The mist over the lake seemed to need the warmth of human blood
The picture seemed to be looking directly at us
A chill came through the door that felt as if it had come from hell itself
The look in her eyes was as if she only perceived her own peril

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