April 2010
March 2010
My professor has turned the AC on again, and I can't hear a word he's saying.
I knew I should’ve skipped this class.
“Where do all the lonely people go? Where do I belong?”
—These were the words softly uttered to Rose Berini from a little boy dressed in white roaming her upstairs hall. This boy wasn’t one of her two children though asking odd questions, he was not of this world.The Berini Hauntings
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