Memory Lane is a quiet street in the suburbs of Seattle. There you will see a house painted the color of chocolate milk and filled with dusty cupboards and bald eagle droppings. Most of the rooms house toys and games and schoolbooks, but don't go into the room at the end of the hall on the second floor. It used to be a bathroom.
The girl who lived there now haunts it. That mirror is where she first tried to summon Bloody Mary with her friends. A vicious Tyrannosaurus Rex waits for victims behind the shower curtain. The gaping maw of the bathtub drain screams. The toilet bleeds. All because she dreamt it, imagined it, played with her own horror.
Memory Lane is a quiet street in the suburbs of Seattle, where the rain never stops, never stops, and the ghosts never sleep, never sleep.
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