1. A House Upon The Height

J john tiong chunghoo john tiong chunghoo
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an abandoned house saps the spirit with its nagging and chilling emptiness, a black hole that sucks out the shimmering warm sun to throw shadows and ice over the hazy lanes of imagination a broken empty house on the height echoes relentless gloom and tales of woe through each of its missing chilling window panes missing pages of a horror story that solicit entries from the haunted mind of an innocent who has lost his way in the dark of night the overgrown grass strays haphazardly and almost in a haste to doors, windows, walls and collapsing roof to claim its static prey they wake up a body of monks (ghost bumps) with their reverberating aum aum chants that have the negative effects of sending shivers down one's spine a torn and soiled jacket strewn across the menacing garden a little baby's drum, holed and beaten out of shape by the unkind weather carry with them broken dreams an empty house wears itself out sooner than an occupied house a world shunning loner, who eventually descends into despair, a wretched soul losing all its charm and love

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