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the sound of a train passing over railroad tracks filled the room. the sound covered the screams of the people that resided in the small house now filled with blood.
the chills ran up my spine baking the hair stand up all over my body. i began hearing the whispers of the forgotten children that had once been murdered there.
Saturday in the park. the breeze flowed through the branches.
the filling was then complete, but i fear we had no crust for this pie. it was just a small trip to the market, but then there was a loud crash. all that was known by me changed in an instant.
The memory of a strange room. it had a strange configuration to the way it was set up. now it is but a distant dream of a day in which a young girl hides from the rain in a strange room.