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elaine222 
8:44am, November 7, 2009
As I walk through the coldness of my white three story house I fill the cold stirring through my body. Chills running through and through from tips of my hair to the tips of my toes. I wonder who or what walks the halls late at night. I fill the presence of a small frail woman. With long flowing hair. Not sure of what color. She tells me at night in my mind and body that if something happens to the house her murder will be left untold and her spirit will go into the unknown. I fill like I am going to be the one to solve this thirty year old murder that has been in a old yellow coffee stained folder sitting in a old metal gray filing cabinet.
