#Part2

I clicked our selfies as our photos were a must. There was something there which was sending chills down my spine. I was getting goosebumps now and then as we entered a new room. Even the bathrooms there had scary tales hidden in them . The mirrors in there were still intact, unblemished and unknowingly they terrified me.

I continued to click my photos and when I sat by the wall of the well, I glimpsed a kind of odd object behind me in one of my selfies.

Holy shit!

I darted in and out assorted times on that picture and it was still there.
I rushed towards mom and dad.

It is now we launch into the factual eyesore story.
The guide, while telling us behaved like a scamp.
I was looking around the place, drinking every word of the horrifying story the guide notified us.
It was as if I was having a pleasant dream when the Hammering woke me up. The words of each sentence spoken by that man were showers of nails on me.

It was then,
The long-ago, hidden, remarkable story notified us all ....

Notice,
Bare your hands so that you can discern the goosebumps surging while lifting your slight hair on there.


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To Be Continued...
#Part2
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