Sometimes places will remember what they used to be and old memories will echo through their hallways as if time had never passed. Like most reminiscing it happens deep into the night when there aren't as many, if any, moving things to distract the old bricks from days when their mortar wasn't so cracked nor their so faded.
Of course, not all of their memories are good and they aren't always just memories. Sometimes their past manifests and old faces restlessly wander, reliving their worst days and final moments as the walls remember how the blood felt as it ran down to the floor where the body twitched and fell still.
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