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An empty shell of what once was – Empty hallways, abandoned fairways, Shells of buildings, car bodies littering the roads – Leaving the abandoned town soulless and hollow, Cold to the outside world, As it is empty on the inside. It’s a backwater ghost town Forgotten by most And remembered unwillingly by some, Leaving their memories of what was To fill the cracks and crannies here. What happened is something nobody speaks of, Dark and horrific, Happening to the best of people. The eeriness of this town, Made more so by overgrown parking lots And gutted buildings that look soulless, Just a shell of a town, Seeps into you and grabs hold. Left to be taken over by the elements, Left to be forgotten by those who once loved it, This ghost town is no longer on any map, Fallen off the radar long ago, As though whoever once was here Left without a second thought. The dark energy hopes to tie you here. Stumbling upon it by accident, I have fou

An empty shell of what once was – Soulless and hollow, Cold to the outside world, Empty on the inside - This town is long abandoned, Forgotten by most. Those who do remember Like to pretend it doesn’t exist. What happened here Is something nobody speaks of. Dark and horrific as they were, The events happened to the best of people. The eeriness of this town Seeps into you and grabs hold. The dark energy hopes to tie you here. The shadows dance With the memories of yesterday, The crumbled ruins of once grand buildings Whisper about the time that was; Ghosts appear and disappear in the fog, Reminiscing about the dark days, As the broken spirit pulls me in. Though tempting, The draw of darkness is teasing. But I listen; This town, left abandoned, Has a story to tell, However dark it may be. The grey rubble of broken down buildings Are a stark contrast to the fog. Overgrown crossroads and a railroad Lead dark paths through the r