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Scary Portrait

Square wooden portrait facing floor with pointed pins wall from where it was ejected dusty.. I have a trigger booby trapped to the portrait no one dares to touch it.. The last time i looked into it the man scared me to a scary scream Ive never been frightened to the vain I dread more to feel the same way Ill smash it, burn and post it to the moon NO! i don't even want to know his name. He gives me the creep those eyes that hair i cant, I'm scared... and ill rise wash my face clean my eyes and confirm with the image on my wall... the image stares at me and scorns 'i cant see the difference with the scary portrait image' ...someone.. someone must have... there is no picture? but a mirror!

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Date: 11/30/2012 7:30:00 PM
Lucas, i can feel the portrait come to life. and how it gives you the creeps. to bad, that scary feeling comes from you, and only you... love the ending... :-) LINDA
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