The Woman with the black umbrella
There on the hill sit's her house like her palace that she wants to keep her house sit's empty. Haunted by her she plagued with the color of death.
Black umbrella and her black dress all seemed to be with death. It's a funeral entire her eerie skeleton features her pale ghastly skin, her sunken grey eyes.
Her bony fingers her crooked smile her black straw hat with a black ribbon on the side. She takes you inside her house she leads you in. That Hill house that plagued with death inside lays the woman with the black umbrella.
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