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A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were creates when the first man awoke in the night.” -J.M Barrie

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A specter, a spook, ain’t no fluke.

A goblin, a ghost, here for French toast!

Yellow Rose


ENCORED: my sister’s determined that there’s a point in this particular scene at which Juliette looks very much like me as a child. Just around the eyes. And at what point would that be? When placing his thumb in her mouth. Would there be any other? A sick kick, it is.

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