Bag of Bones

by Stephen King

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again . . . As I stood there, hushed and still, I could swear that the house was not an empty shell but lived and breathed as it had lived before. Rebecca, DAPHNE DU MAURIER

Mars is heaven. RAY BRADBURY

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Erin Go Bragh, trick or treat, hope someone gives you a fucking pony.

I have come again to Manderley, and this time I will never leave.

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