https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm en-us 2016-10-10 09:00:58 UTC 2025-04-24 12:38:01 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm/wish/129441228 The grand clock strikes 
midnight 
The dusty cobwebs fly 
everywhere
The door opens and it creaks mysteriously
The rusty gates creak open 
unexpectedly
The lights flicker on and of like a flash's of lightning
The leaves crunch as a creature crawl across them 
The carpet smells like a rotting carcass
Two eyes gleam out of the darkness like splotches of blood
The roof had caved in leaving an open sky
The branches look like witches nails 
A faint scream in the 
the distance]]> 2016-10-10 09:06:51 UTC https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm/wish/129441228 https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm/wish/129441550 rusty  gates creak open unexpecledy.
Tree branches look like witches fingers crows remind me of death
I can hear the howl of a wolf
 the smell of rotting rat fills the house
The front door sways half open
the wall paper is peeling off.
It is as dark as the black scary sky.



]]> 2016-10-10 09:08:06 UTC https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm/wish/129441550 https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm/wish/129441682 crow caws fills the dead silent  atmosphere
A black cat siting on the  gate like a shadow
TV fuzzing like electricity.
the aroma of a a rotting  grave.
scary thunder like an earthquake 
The paint on the door  
flakeing off]]> 2016-10-10 09:08:36 UTC https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm/wish/129441682 https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm/wish/129441746  A rusty old gate with surroundings of crows looking like a black cloud.
The sky, pitch  black with a full moon glowing in the darkness and fading mist covering the moon's glow.
The door, half open, covered in dust and having a sight of pitch black. I open the creaking door and a rat scuttled on the wooden floor. I can smell rotten wood, with peeled  paint everywhere. I enter a room with a radio losing signal.In the backround the TV is covered in black and white dots and it makes a static noise. ]]> 2016-10-10 09:08:54 UTC https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm/wish/129441746 https://padlet.com/cnr/ff3m298ehzzm/wish/129443298 The cobwebs hang in the moonlight like  bits of string.
The thunder cackels like a witch  laughing. 
The smell of rotting wood fills my nostrals with a bad aromar.
Water splashs like rain from heavn. 
The grand clock strikes 11 pm.
The branches on the trees without no leaves look like witches Fingers.

 

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