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Lilac Honey Lily
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You state that your name is Johnson as well, and that it's rather unsettling.
The soldier scoffs, coughing hoarsely right after.
"That really is in bad taste. I mean, I didn't really know the guy but sarge might take it badly. I'm Strasberg by the way."
You nod.
"When we've been here ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun...
We've no less days to sing God's praise,
Than when we've first begun..."
Just then you notice the noose hanging from the ceiling, the blood on the floor and the broken window. You feel horrified that it's still there.
You ask Strasberg if he knows anything about it.
"Oh yeah, they said we can't touch it until they've taken pictures of it. To make sure it wasn't a murder or something, I guess. You get used to it."
You wonder if you should be afraid of ghosts, but you can't remember having any opinion on the supernatural.
You ask why there's blood and why the window is broken if Johnson hung himself.
"Yeah, I was thinking that too. Sarge says he might've gotten second thoughts when he was hanging there. Like he tried to free himself? Sounds like a gruesome way to go."
He scrapes his throat and coughs again.
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me...
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see."
When the song ends Strasberg fiddles with the radio for a moment and the song comes back on.
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me...
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see..."
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