[sleepless soul] e l l a
t h o m p s o n
there is a dress across my chair; i think i saw a person there. her skin was silver, pale as snow, her eyes shone red like burning coals. i asked, voice harsh, “what do you want?” her answer came; “i wish to haunt.” “find someone else!” i then exclaimed but she liked me, and she remained.
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