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Something about 7401 haunts me

Gives me the chills...

I can't really describe it.

There's just something really wrong.



I'm afraid to turn off the lights

So I leave everything on

It gives me a little comfort to know that

not everything in this house is dead.



I'm afraid to close my eyes

(Like a 7 year old worrying about the boogie monster)

I just feel as if something is out there to get me.



I should've never played that Ouija.



I leave the radio blasting on high just so I wouldn't

have to hear the water running, those children playing beside me, or steps being taken as the wood floor creaks.



CREEPS.



When this place gets dead silent,

You can hear my heart beating as if I was having a heart attack or something.

There are only times when it moves at a steady pace

And that's when I'm not thinking of them

(Or shall I say "forget about them for a second?")



They are mean-spirited...

One reason why I refuse to sleep there at night.