Description
The net curtains blew wildly floating through the room. An old woman with shaking hands and a quaking soul allowed her frail hands to pull the windows closed. The wind died, the curtains settled and she let out a sigh. "How are you old friend?" A smooth voice rang out from the corner of the room. The woman jumped in fear as her tired eyes fell upon a cloaked figure. The figures face was well hidden beneath a hood and the hundreds of shadows that danced around the room. Her ghostly white skin and plump red lips were all the old woman could make out. "Who are you? What do you want?" the old woman trembled. "My my you haven't forgotten me have you Paula? It's me your old friend. I've been with you a long time now. It's time we finally met isn't it?" "Sylvia is that you?" the old woman gasped. "Come on now Paula let's not play stupid Sylvia died a long time ago. You saw to that didn't you?"
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