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Elizabeth Cross Haunted Housebefore entering Walking through the creeking door Seeing dust balls and spiderwebs Hearing things creek around me Approaching the steps, coming to the end Standing At the top but then Vanishing Than reappearing except this time In my warm comfy bed from this terrible Nightmare. [BACK TO TABLE OF CONTENTS, CLASS OF 2008 EDITION] |
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