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Sunday, July 26, 2009

Park Ridge Haunted House

A malevolent force assaulted me on the front stairs: an old, stale, dirty, musty smell. Something evil awaited.

Inside, trash and junk were strewn everywhere.

The kitchen looked as if a poltergeist had torn through the room.

Follow the musty smell down into the old, dark basement...

The sense of evil was strong down here.

Strange things appeared around every corner.

Ghostly forms floated through the room. I ran.

There's a creepy second floor? Let's explore it together. Hold my hand.

The upstairs was maze-like, filled with little rooms, with little nooks and crannies.

And all of them filled with junk.

I heard voices.

A woman crying.

What's that next to the old TV? A sign of some sort?

Why isn't this out front?

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