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Fourth Floor Of Nowhere

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Fourth floor of nowhere had a back room where I spent some secret time in younger days; a full- yet empty space above the stair that led me to a new-dimension phase. Though built late eighteen-eighties, it was home in nineteen forty-nine, when I turned ten. The first three floors were free for me to roam- yet, fourth- proclaimed off-limits to me then. But, late each night, I heard them from my room- the sounds of women talking- whispering, while scurrying of children's feet would loom above my plaster ceiling, capering. One day, come early dawn- I turned the knob as all my family still soundly slept. The room was bare- but how my heart did throb as gentle, ghostly figures, past me, swept. Years later- due to eminent domain to build a bridge- our home was torn apart. When I pass by, I hear them weep in pain- fourth floor of nowhere- now dwells in my heart. September 10, 2020 Contest: The Fourth Floor Of Nowhere Sponsor: Craig Cornish Note: The Newburgh-Beacon Bridge was completed in November 1963, after New York State claimed our home via eminent domain. Since I live very close by, I constantly have to pass the site where my childhood home stood.

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Date: 9/21/2020 8:22:00 PM
Wow, Sandra! Loved the story and a bit about yourself! Congratulations!
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Date: 9/12/2020 6:29:00 AM
A fascinating story that held my interest from the first to the final line. Thank you for the pleasure, Sandra.
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Date: 9/10/2020 11:42:00 AM
Leaving one to wonder where all the ghosts went that were there before 1880? Aloha! Rico
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