The foggy hills of Maine reeked the stench of muck. A chilling wind soared through the bare grey trees in the grimy swampland which made the mud bubble up, making eerie noises when they popped. The phantom-like music echoed, wreaking havoc upon the sleeping victorian house over the hill south of the swamp.
It creaked and quivered.... until finally.... it uttered a shriek.
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