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NEW PROMPT: Write a short story or poem about being trapped inside the Winchester Mystery House after hours. What happens to you, and how do you escape??? ESCAPE! Went to see a Mysy'ry Manson; went to see it after dark. Touring houses is my hobby: went to see it on a lark! Was too tired to be touring; really had to take a nap. Went to see exquisite living--how the elegant adapt to the early barren west, in perfect, gorgeous house with victorian appointments and decor straight from the south! Antebellum decorations; architecture to the hilt: stopped to look at every detail; wondered how it had been built! with its steps up to the ceiling; ornate visions for its call; ornate sight to its creator, a true thinker for us all! I then found a beam of sunlight on a tall soft antique bed; curled up for just a cat-nap, soon was sleeping like the dead! Heard a bell off in the distance; knew it was the set alarm, 'fore the lock-up; automatic setting arm! Bolted upright, went out running,looking for the nearest exit--closed! See the night looming brfore me: sorry I had ever dosed! Spied a window open slightly pushed it further just to see-- just too high to jump out safely--had to be a brave monkey!!! Clambered out so hesitantly, not sure I could land alive-- then I spied some etched-in footholds--was so happy that I cried! They were there for building repairs, very handy but not safe, but when faced with my night locked in, I thought I would tempt my fate! Stepped out onnto my first stone perch--thank God for my tennis shoes!! Terrified, I crawled to safety--not the night that I would choose!!!
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