The day after we left the town in which Kyle lived in, I got a call from a restricted number. I recorded it about half way through.
My name is Ezekiel, or Zeke for short. This is a collection of poems and writings that I do in my spare time. I'm no writer...so I apologize for the overall suck.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
What happened part 2
First of all, for those unbelievers, here are some of the pictures of the apartment Hannah took, before we found out who used to live here.
Also, about that last picture, we both have no idea what happened. It is unedited, and it is absolutely astonishing that such energy is still trapped in that apartment.
Hannah's thought was that possibly Kyle's soul might still be trapped in that house. The thought horrifies me and I'd rather not think about it.
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