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Death. Dead. Die. Those are the worlds describing the end, the dead end to be precise. The end of what? The end of life. The end of everything. Death is the end of the existence. But what if people from your school supernatural club were right? What if ghosts really exist? That would only mean that the previous statement is wrong. The flame flickered casting a shadow towards the wall opposite. It was dancing with some sort of a wicked will controlling its manoeuvres. What if there are people who are able to see them? The first thing that emerged out of the shadow was a hand. Skeleton's hand. What if... The dark seemed to surround the hand like a cloak chasing after it further and further away from its origin. When the sleeve formed, the cloak rose higher almost reaching the ceiling and shaping an enormous hood. ...there are creatures... The fire flickered. ...who connect the world of life and death? Dimmed. Went out. The opposite wall wasn't surrounded by shadows anymore. There was a person. A creature. The long black cloak revealed only two bony hands. In one of the hands, there was a long, black stick. There was a curved blade at the end of the stick It was a scythe. Let me tell you a story about death, about secret and about love. A story of someone who walked the path between the life and the death. Of someone who connected our worlds. Let me tell you a story about a dead, lost girl searching for her own place in this universe. A story of a lost soul wandering down the empty streets with her head full with doubt. A story about their love. ............................................................ GIRLS LOVE LESBIAN !WARNINGS! Blood Curses 18+
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