Just looking at it, you can almost smell the virginity seeping through the four walls.
Four little steps of stone to paradise, they thought.
Four walls to provide you warmth, they said.
Four walls to keep you safe.
Oh but if they knew.
All the horrors inside.
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Nothing appearing as it really is ... happens all too often.
ReplyDeleteOoh, sounds like the beginnings of a good story!
ReplyDeleteThat house does have that duality about it. Intriguing Magpie!
ReplyDeleteI didn't see the house as being eerie till I read your Magpie.
ReplyDeleteMost intriguing - are the horrors still there or are they in the past? What sort of horrors?
ReplyDeleteThe fact that you leave it to the imagination increases the horror!
very sweet imaginations.
ReplyDeletelove your magpie.
One never knows what goes on behind closed doors.
ReplyDeleteLeaves a great to the imagination and in this case, nothing good. A mysterious write - well done!
Looks can be deceiving alright, imagination flows!
ReplyDeleteSmell the virginity? What a great notion.
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