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My Wooden Floors.
My floors are made of old wooden planks.
They creak and crack when I walk across them.
I recognize any of my relatives just by the sounds of the floors they walk upon.
Well, not that I hear them anymore...
I live alone now.
In this old creaky house.
No body visits me or gives me the friendly phone call now and then...
Just alone.
Not at nights though...
I feel happy at nights...
at least I can hear my relatives creaking across the floor they were buried under all these years...
I rather enjoyed it
I rather enjoyed it
Much Love
Ashley
i like it, especially the
i like it, especially the night part. eerie yes, good writ. i hope to read more