The old abandoned house in the country sits, decaying, wasting away. I drove by on a beautiful sun-shiny day. I decided to stop and go inside. The front door was open and I crept up the stairs. A room on the left caught my eye. I could tell that this was a small girl's room. Flowered wallpaper and furniture. The room had the feeling of an open field. By the window, in the corner were dolls In the closet were dresses, filled with bright colors. How happy the girl must have been! Don't be so sure. On her bed, under the pillow lay a folder. She was quite an artist. This folder was filled with drawings, images of horror. Why, in such a colorful room were these images made? What made this girl think of carnage and death?Birth sign: Pisces
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