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Young Writers Society


Poltergeist


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I am the ghost in your attic, constantly moving your keys to a new spot every time you set them down so you can never find them in time to leave.


Interests

-Instruments, trumpet. Writing/Reading (fiction), obsessing over hot characters in books and creating hot characters in my head, then obsessing over them, singing lyrics that I wrote to me, myself, and my thoughts. Maybe someday I'll actually put it into a recording.

Occupation

Time traveller! ...fast food...I work in fast food.


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien