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I need to tell you the story of what lives on my stairs. The house I live in is an original Tiffany mansion, lost in history, it became a nunnery during the smallpox outbreak around 1949. It backed the catholic hospital dealing with most of the children's cases at the time. He has many forms.
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The Nightmare on my Stairs -Pt 2. The whispers of the walls tell me about the veil between life and death and those that watch the dead. They say that when a person crosses that threshold there is a brief instance where the veil is lifted. When so much death occurs in one place, the veil gets worn.
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