Swift’s Hollow (Gore Orphanage)
It is a cold October night and I am walking through the woods at the bottom of this valley, Swift’s Hollow. There is a strange noise, just beyond perception. A muted sound, as if heard from a million miles away. Is that the snap and crackle of a fire burning? Do I smell smoke? Are there screams of pain mixed in? The children locked into this cruel prison for no other reason than their parents have died are trying to get out. And now they are trapped, trying urgently to get out, to escape their grisly fate. Do you hear them?
Behind locked door
The valley glows red
An orphanage on fire
Apparition of the past
Visit the empty foundation
Souls lost in a conflagration
They speak to us as midnight approaches
Why visit this bloody spot of gore?
Why listen to…
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