Journey into My Imagination
d to ward off the fear he was feeling he carried it downstairs and whistled a tune. “What’s that you are whistling?” Carrie asked. “Hmm I dunno seems like something from my childhood why?” “Don’t you recognize it? That’s the tune form the music box.”
In amongst the dust particles on the hardwood floors were little tin soldiers in perfect lines and the lines spelled out the words… “Release us.”
“Well honey, it’s none of my business but if that guy wants to marry you then he should be trying to sweep you off your feet not avoiding you.”
There’s some bad blood associated with that house. And when you come from a family of old Irish women you don’t brook superstition.
“For what making me feel like a fool? Letting me stand there and tell you that I knew Mr. Murray…er…you…. intimately when you were clearly aware that I did not. You think that I could forget that so easily? You lied to me.”
“Governor William T. Hughes was an established politician. He was governor of the state of South Carolina from the years 1840 until his sudden death in 1853. He was not a well-beloved figure in the history of the state. He was known to make more enemies than friends, but his wealth and political ties allowed him to secure his election each term as unjust and unfair as that seemed to the other hopefuls. There were no immediate family members known at the time of his death.”
The sounds became more urgent, more demanding, a creak here, a moan there. She woke startled, a cold sweat washing over her
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