Personal Narrative: The Keyhole Of Unfortunate Souls

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Behind the light, there lies the voice. A voice unlike any other, this was a petrified voice. It was voice that had an unrecognizable meaning to it. Each and every night, it would get louder and louder. Nobody ever knew where the noise came from, until one day, it was found.

The fourteenth night and hour of September, a young child by the name of Benjamin P. Ford heard the loudest noise of his lifetime. He was so startled that he woke from a deep sleep. “Help us please. While we have time,” screamed the petrified voices of the light. Of course, Benjamin being anxiously scared, he followed the voices until he reached the mysterious keyhole.

When Benjamin was a very little boy, he had heard stories about The Keyhole Of Unfortunate Souls.

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