Haworth, England, home of the Brontes. One of the coolest places I have ever been because of my love of their books. Admittedly, I should not have arrived on the night of Halloween and listened to a night-time ghost walk in the graveyard. Especially because I was traveling alone.
ME BUT WHEN I DO REALIZE IM HOME ALONE I START SINGING BC I AM ALWAYS TOO EMBARRASSED TO SING WHEN THEY ARE HOME SO I CLOSE ALL THECURRAINS AND DANCE HORRIBLY AND SING AND IT FEELS SO GOOD TRY IT OMG ITS AMAZING
Long time ago before you was made or even before you're parents was or there parents there was a old old man who grew up alone he had no brothers or sisters he had no pets he only had a great granny one day the old man woke up as a young boy and saw that his old granny had died while playing the piano the old man left the unknown mansion without telling anyone nobody has seen him since