"Your total is three dollars and seventy-five cents," read a feminine voice. "Care to donate to Saint Jude?"
"Sure," spoke a masculine voice.
"Select how much you wish to give on the screen," she paused. "Your new amount is a hundred and three bucks and seventy-five cents. Do you want a bag for your item?"
"No, thanks."
"Would you care for a receipt?"
"No, thank you."
"Have a good day, sir?"
"Same with you."
Founded by John Valentine Steger in eighteen ninety-six: Steger, Illinois stretched out on the Will and Cook counties. It was the place of Steger pianos until the Great Depression. A shopping plaza replaced the neglected piano factory when it got destroyed by a fire in the ninety seventies.
Over the train tracks, you would see an alcohol …show more content…
There are stones dating back to the eighteen-twenties in the distant plot of the left-hand side of the yard. The story behind the site is well unknown. Italians or other mobsters would deposit bodies of their victims in the lake on the far left side of the cemetery back in the twenties. Soldiers from the Spanish War to the first two World Wars entombed in the graveyard have flags by their gravestones. Ghost stories of a tiny girl roaming the yard known throughout the web with videos and …show more content…
"Was she scared?" Beyond remained there; lending an ear to the male with a black wing shielding him from the pouring rain.
"She died from the Spanish Flu, the nurses and doctors told me," he persisted. "I was stupid to think it could have been something different."
Beyond stood there as she listened to his words. She shut her eyes before opening them to see the vampire turning around to face her with his knees to his chest. "I read something that made me blame myself more," he closed his eyes. "It read that the soldiers from the first war brought the disease with them when the war ended. I gave my daughter her life and her death." tears escaped his eyes as he opened them. "Rufus helped me take care of her when her mother left when she was a newborn. He taught her the guitar and German when she was two years. When Rufus and I had to go to war for two and a half years, she cried when I kissed her goodbye. We came back home a month before her fifth birthday," he whined. "I had her picture in my chest pocket when I was away to remember her face when I wanted to feed. I made a pledge when she was birth to never drink human blood. Her photograph is on the gravestone. Isn't she beautiful? Her final words were for me to get her a drink of water because her throat felt dry." He cried in his hands. "I-I-I wasn't there when she drew her last breath! What type of father was I that allowed my baby to draw her final breath without me being there? Was she even
"Sure," spoke a masculine voice.
"Select how much you wish to give on the screen," she paused. "Your new amount is a hundred and three bucks and seventy-five cents. Do you want a bag for your item?"
"No, thanks."
"Would you care for a receipt?"
"No, thank you."
"Have a good day, sir?"
"Same with you."
Founded by John Valentine Steger in eighteen ninety-six: Steger, Illinois stretched out on the Will and Cook counties. It was the place of Steger pianos until the Great Depression. A shopping plaza replaced the neglected piano factory when it got destroyed by a fire in the ninety seventies.
Over the train tracks, you would see an alcohol …show more content…
There are stones dating back to the eighteen-twenties in the distant plot of the left-hand side of the yard. The story behind the site is well unknown. Italians or other mobsters would deposit bodies of their victims in the lake on the far left side of the cemetery back in the twenties. Soldiers from the Spanish War to the first two World Wars entombed in the graveyard have flags by their gravestones. Ghost stories of a tiny girl roaming the yard known throughout the web with videos and …show more content…
"Was she scared?" Beyond remained there; lending an ear to the male with a black wing shielding him from the pouring rain.
"She died from the Spanish Flu, the nurses and doctors told me," he persisted. "I was stupid to think it could have been something different."
Beyond stood there as she listened to his words. She shut her eyes before opening them to see the vampire turning around to face her with his knees to his chest. "I read something that made me blame myself more," he closed his eyes. "It read that the soldiers from the first war brought the disease with them when the war ended. I gave my daughter her life and her death." tears escaped his eyes as he opened them. "Rufus helped me take care of her when her mother left when she was a newborn. He taught her the guitar and German when she was two years. When Rufus and I had to go to war for two and a half years, she cried when I kissed her goodbye. We came back home a month before her fifth birthday," he whined. "I had her picture in my chest pocket when I was away to remember her face when I wanted to feed. I made a pledge when she was birth to never drink human blood. Her photograph is on the gravestone. Isn't she beautiful? Her final words were for me to get her a drink of water because her throat felt dry." He cried in his hands. "I-I-I wasn't there when she drew her last breath! What type of father was I that allowed my baby to draw her final breath without me being there? Was she even