Haley

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It’s pitch black outside and deathly quiet. The house feels like it resents my presence just as much as its owner does. Somehow, I fell into a fitful sleep last night surrounded by eerie howls of wind and floorboards creaking like the hull of a ship. Eventually waking up to nothing but silence and my phone screen proclaiming the time. Four thirty a.m.
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