Southern horror

Photos I took in the swamp

No one was ever home anymore. It wasn’t the fact that this house is haunted, but just being alone always freaked me out. I was starting to get seriously freaked out, so I decided to call him. With my hands shaking as I dialed his number and held the phone to my ear, I finally heard him answer saying, “hello?”

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To stare at nothing is to learn by heart What all of us will be swept into, and baring oneself To the wind is feeling the ungraspable somewhere close by. Trees can sway or be still. Day or night can be what they wish. What we desire, more than a season or weather, is the comfort Of being strangers, at least to ourselves. This is the crux Of the matter, which is why even now we seem to be waiting For something whose appearance would be its vanishing— The sound, say, of a few leaves falling…