After a few nights being there, it was scary to me, no roommate to talk with or nothing. It was just I and a pencil and paper. I started to hear and see things throughout my room and the hospital. It was like cold shudder trickles down my spine. I kept glancing around so nervously, I saw somber portraits staring at me from behind layers of dust, even though there wasn’t anything a pond the walls, just white. It was cold, desistant light streams in through a crack through the window. As you walk forward, you can’t help, but feel that someone is following me, whirling around, I see nothing, but the empty hallways. ‘Turn back’ they seem to say in my ear as if they were right beside me. I swallow a nervous whimper and continue with writing on the paper and pencil that was given to me.
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Evan (me). I am the Author of this Heaven. I write about events, feelings, my photography, and well everything that happens in my life here. I hope you enjoy my writing. Any question or anything please message me on the contact page. Archives
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