The Hunted House on the Hill – Maggie Lynn Heron-Heidel
On the house on the haunted hill is where she lived. The trees bent in a supernatural wind that never blew and the floors creaked under shadows that only the inner eye could see. Voices echoed from no mouths even though the ear could clearly hear them. But even as these terrors remained, the girl who lived there never any fear. She only had one word for that spooky place, and that was home.
❤️Good night everybody, from the house on the hill.
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