chandler132010
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For the majority of my formative years, my family dwelled in a red brick Victorian house, in a small, rural town of Yorik, OH. Few have heard or read of this place. However, the ones who have know of the abilities within its borders. Daunting, malevolent abilities. Ways that thrust into the gates of ones nightmares. And I mean gates....
My mother and father, Mark and Jane Rylee, were both clinical psychologists and were offered employment at Yoriks Mental Institution in March of 2001. At that time, I was 6 years old and I heard the phone ring in the kitchen of our apartment in Indiana. As my birthday was just a few days prior, I answered the phone, without permission. After all... I wasnt five any more.
"Good morning sweetie! And who might I be speaking with?" The woman's soft, melodic tone questioned.
" You're talking to Mr. Finn Rylee miss." I replied with a spark of newfound confidence. " And who's this?"
. That was when my mother snatched the phone from my ear and spoke with the lady for a long while. By the end of that conversation, my mother told my father about their job offer and our fate was set to move to Yorik, OH. Excitement filled the air, to make way for a new adventure. Or so it seemed.
* This is just a few opening paragraphs of a new piece I'm working on. Please tell me if this caught ur attention. Would u read more? Where do u think I am going with this?
My mother and father, Mark and Jane Rylee, were both clinical psychologists and were offered employment at Yoriks Mental Institution in March of 2001. At that time, I was 6 years old and I heard the phone ring in the kitchen of our apartment in Indiana. As my birthday was just a few days prior, I answered the phone, without permission. After all... I wasnt five any more.
"Good morning sweetie! And who might I be speaking with?" The woman's soft, melodic tone questioned.
" You're talking to Mr. Finn Rylee miss." I replied with a spark of newfound confidence. " And who's this?"
. That was when my mother snatched the phone from my ear and spoke with the lady for a long while. By the end of that conversation, my mother told my father about their job offer and our fate was set to move to Yorik, OH. Excitement filled the air, to make way for a new adventure. Or so it seemed.
* This is just a few opening paragraphs of a new piece I'm working on. Please tell me if this caught ur attention. Would u read more? Where do u think I am going with this?
