Even when the night air is calm
 and still you can hear the wailing
 of women from the past that flung
 themselves off of WIDOW'S HILL
 to the cold, cold ocean below and
 legend has it at Collinwood they're
 waiting for another jaded woman
 to join them at the bottom of
 WIDOW'S HILL where their restless
 spirits wonder still...
 Well listening to this tragic story
 gave Victoria Winters the shivers
 and she couldn't sleep a wink
 that night, she wondered what in the
 world could be so bad that these 
 women would take their own lives...
 The Mistress of Collinwood said “oh
 my dear I'm sorry if I upset you, pay no
 more mind to these silly stories and
 that's all they are nothing but silly old
 stories” but Vicky said I must be crazy
 but I feel like they're trying to lure me
 to my death I don't know why that's
 just the way I feel and I can't help
 myself, especially after seeing the
 shadow of a lady in white at the top
 of WIDOW'S HILL last night"...
 The mistress of Collinwood said “oh
 darlin' it must of been your imagination,
 I've never heard or seen anything out
 there but if that's how you feel then please
 promise me you'll take someone with you
 if you must go out there” Vicky agreed but 
 she knew the Mistress of Collinwood was
 lying and just trying to relinquish her fears
 Vicky knew the stories were true just as
 she knew she had heard their wailing on
 this cold October night and it wasn't the
 wind because the night air was calm and 
 still, yes she knew it had to be the restless
 spirits of those poor, poor widows that still
 haunt the high ledge and rocky ocean
 below WIDOW'S HILL!
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- Published: April 22nd, 2017 20:33
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