It's unclear what purpose this room originally served. We began to feel a little uneasy, and left after a little while. Arthur spoke of sealing it using large railroad spikes, so no one would go down there. Since that day, many of us have been stricken by a mysterious fever.
4 comments:
That's the Holiday train. Nice story though.
That's my Tang house, jackass.
It's true that it was the same day--no doubt you've come to this conclusion, SHV, because we're wearing the same clothes--but it's actually not the holiday train. It's beneath 3666 (!) Martins St.
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