One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. â Emily Dickinson What does a madmanâs mind look like from the inside? Does it look like an empty house with vandalized masonry, broken gates, cracked cement pathways […]
Said to be christened Apa Moarta, or âDead Waterâ, by a passing Romanian caravan in their native tongue, and tucked away in a far-flung, scarcely populated, staunchly isolationist region of untouched Russian countryside…beyond the grotesque, fantastical stories shared by the more ignorant and morbid of the younger generations, thereâs not
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Father OâBrian- Youâve asked me to keep a journal, and here it is. It seems that relocating to Maryland was a waste. Moving from one house to another doesnât seem to stop anything, and the police are at a loss. If you are unable to help us, the
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The new epidemic is already beyond its patient zero. Whether or not I am infected, I am confident that Mr. Bridestar will soon have me murdered. He will do this in order to keep the diseaseâs name unknown. I wonât let him win, though. At least not completely. Although this
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