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Barbara - According to legend, there was a cult leader who moved into one of the houses. Pranks started happening in the normally quiet neighborhood. The people were none the wiser to the man's past. Anyway, he called a meeting at his house so they could work out a solution to the problem. The rest of his cult came down from the second floor and killed everyone. The cult was never heard from again.
Anyway, though many say it's a legend, I don't doubt it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hide under some blankets.

Looks like it's screaming in pain.

For me, it looks more like a release from the suffering. Leaving a wheelchair (which if you're not used to manoevreing, it can be a tough thing to do), going to the fair, riding the carousel, and finally being at peace.

That chair looks quite calm regardless of all the crud surrounding it.

Lynne, you've got a lot of great stories!

Dang, those things look low to the ground.

it sort of resembles a slaughterhouse

that pink is haunting

the image of "an old man's unblinking eye" is a powerful one. maybe i'm on the serious side of things (it is my nature), but it sort of speaks to the nature of responsibility...who had it? who respected it? who suffered under its weight? who translated it into evil? the eye shed's its tears.

you have a wonderful eye for color and , yes, i see what looks like a small figure in a gown in the doorway of room #4

it's as if you have captured a bit of hope

i like the pink reflection beautiful

reality smacking me in the head damn

this is session 9 only grittier the ways the shadows are cast make it oddly beautiful

hmmmm