soles of my feet press against the cold paved floor as i hurried through the corridors. they say lanterns dance amidst intervals of windows when seen from afar, and that the wind had a mind of its own, baring away curtains as a protest from us strangers. squeaks and screeches follow me. I made my way down the staircase with a candelabrum in my hand and upon reaching the last step, i trembled, as a gush of cold air brushed upon my neck. i quickly glanced behind me, and saw no one. i then looked up and saw the chandelier swaying eerily from side to side... and yet the windows were shut tight.
2007-08-28
16:49:19
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