Cold.
Cold as a witch's tit.
I swear this place is built on an old indian burial ground.
In fact, I'm certain this place is built on an old indian burial ground.
I'm certain of this because of the ice on the windows.
And the name of the housing estate: Curse-d Moccasin Hill
And the leaflet left by the previous tenants: Evil dead indians and how to deal with them
And not to mention the low moans I hear in the night: "WoooOOOooo… WoooOOOooo… Scalpum… WoooOOOooo"
Why can't I get a poltergeist that turns on all the heaters?
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