Sunday Blog Share: The Visiting Room – Halloween Fare

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The Visiting Room

By Holly Rene Hunter

Released from my nightmare I follow the long corridor of doors to the landing, rattling keys lock the rooms as I pass by. A tipsy ballerina, my bare feet float above the heavy carpeting that covers the oak stairway.  At the end,  I find my myself embalmed in the dark  parlor of the once opulent mansion . Nothing has changed, high back chairs and Toscano settees beneath dull white sheeting over-fill the room.  Dusty paintings of daffodils and brocade vases of still life line the burgundy walls. Above the mahogany fireplace a portrait…

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