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It was rainy and gloomy,
When an old man arrived in his pitch, black cottage.
He was used to the room being dark and gloomy,
But there was a sliver of light coming from the kitchen.
He walked slowly, ever so slowly 'till he reached the scullery.
There was a young girl, so, so young who stared at him.
"Who are you?" The man called out.
The girl disappeared in a flash, like a glitch in a computer.
He did research on the old cottage that he has lived in for 30 years.
A girl died in the scullery 100 years before.
As he researched, the smell of fire and ash lingered the room.
It became more potent as the wood continued to burn.
But then, the man swiftly passed out.
The soft grass touched his hand as he opened his old, blurred eyes.
He was outside, the cottage was in flames.
There in the window, stood the young girl waving happily at him.
