The Dreadful Hollow

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Norma Peters

From Tennyson's poem, 'Maude: Part I': I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood; Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-red heath, The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood, An Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers 'Death.' The scene of a long-ago tragedy, still haunted by an unpleasant atmosphere of horror and despair. Who is she? Why does she come here? She is being watched. Can you see the almost-hidden eyes?

Published More than a year ago

Category Horror

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